that year,
it was a very interesting year
covid was starting to die down,
i was feeling some what better
this boy,
lebanese,
smart,
good grades,
goes to a good school
the fuck boy,
but kept it very low key
at least to my knowledge
one morning,
he texted me
"wanna go out to eat? let me shower and i will come pick you up"
he made it very clear it was a date,
told me twice
so i said ok
he came to get me at my old high school,
and it didn't last 15 minutes cause when we gkt to an empty parking lot
the groping began,
there was never going to be food in the first place
he kept telling me how he's picky when it comes to girls and how should feel "lucky" to even be talking to him
for someone who was ugly as fucking hell,
and stank like a skunk
talking to me like he was zayn malik or something was a huge issue for me
why is your ego high for nothing,
pipe down,
you couldn't even fuck with me even if i gave you the chance to
i never saw him again,
i was blocked cause i didn't want to have sex with him
that right there gave me all the answers i needed
oonk oonk,
i call him the pig
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secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
