unable to connect.

hate you. (showing off, 2)

and i hear the whispers around me, of course,

i expected them.

"oh my god." whispered, said, yelled, by most seeing me.
some are dont know, some do, some are concerned, some are jealous. who wouldnt be?

i dont care.

i love the attention, really. especially yours.

and knowing all the others who wanted me too, can see me now.

fuck.

already did, dont worry.

my god, i hate you.

you werent saying that last night.

more whispers emerge,
our hands intertwined as we talk.

if they know what, they know who.

you look so fucking amazing.

thanks to you, of course.

shut up, you know youre stunning even without.

but god, im even hotter with.

i hate you.

i hate you too.

hickeys and bruises and bites line near every inch of my skin, limp clear as i walk.

a skirt shorter than the excess of my belt, fishnets, top cropped just below my chest and tight with a heart cutout right in the center.

the perfect outfit,
comfortable and slutty.
easy to remove, defining every curve and shape of my body,

bruises on my thighs show under the skirt,
bruises on my stomach and chest show from the top.

the fishnets are torn from previous times.
the lace just shows out from the top of the skirt.

so many people were watching me.

hope they know youre fucking mine,

oh, please.
hard to not realize that.

you know what else is hard?

bathroom?

fuck, yes.
i need to be in you, now.

come on then, dork.