my lover poets

he promised.

he said it was okay.
he told me it's what you do.
he said it would be fast and simple.
but it wasn't fast.
it wasn't simple.
those few supposed minutes felt like the longest amount of time.
after the promise had been broken, 
I never believed in these promises again.
promises are broken everyday.
it's just a matter of trusting which ones are kept and broken.
I was such a naïve girl thinking it was okay.
I said yes to quick and simple.
but I had never agreed to long and harsh.
he never once asked if what he had done was okay.
I whispered and shouted to stop.
let me go.
it only made him go harder.
he whispered this is what fast and simple was.
that was such a lie, it was.
what a fucking lie being whispered into my ear,
shivering my soul.
he had told me it would be as simple as brushing my teeth.
simple and quick it was.
but it wasn't.
back and forth,
for too long...
the funny thing is,
I craved his body for so long.
for his body to touch against mine.
but while he's lying to me with his words, 
his lips whispering to me how it was okay,
I no longer want his body touching mine.
I don't want to touch his body.
instead,
his body terrifies me.
but he promised.
it's my fault isn't it?
maybe I should've never believed him when he assured it would be quick and simple. 
after all,
it wasn't quick or simple to me.