"I understand that. I hope I never do that to you that's the last thing I want is to hurt you. I will tell you whatever I don't keep things from you I know I don't talk right away but I will tell you. I have nothing to hide from you. Your feelings matter I'm sorry I got mad it's just how I take things. And I'm sorry I've been off and not open."
I said I'd right you a poem...
How many times did your lips brush mine
How many times after your head between her thighs
Did they tense and squeeze together
Did her thighs react like mine
How many times did I taste her on your tongue
I pushed it aside
Is she always hungry for your touch
Do her eyes look at you like mine
"Baby"
Pet names falling off your tongue
"Dam baby I love you so fucking much"
I was not the only one
Did you think of her while on top of me
Or while pulling my hair
Creating ecstasy
Do you think of me when you bend her over
Imagining my screams
From nights we weren't sober
I told you I'd write you a poem
But "baby" you are getting a whole book
You read this whole journal
Learning my deepest thoughts and secrets
You still yelled in my face
Knowing my trauma and my past
You walked out that door with my heart in your hand
YOU ARE READING
After Senior Year.
Non-FictionJune 30th, 2014. My life has always been a mess. From bullies constantly pushing me to the ground to my family pulling me in so many directions I begin to fall apart. This isn't just about all the terrible things I've dealt with, but also the amazin...
