jar of hearts (a poetry story)

smudged mascara

i was out of breath the second i sat on your lap,

you drove me to a place where i didn't want you to stop

your hands holding my jaw,
my make up was smudged from all the kissing we did

sometimes i miss you,
but i remembered i made the right decision to push you away

you were never going to love me,
because the second i sat in your car

you started groping me

you opened up to me when a guy barely does that ok the first date

i knew that was the first and last time i was going to see you

not beacause you were a bad person,
but because things got sexual so fast

my make up was smudged,
and your love bites bruised my breasts

i wonder if you still think of me,

cause sometimes

i think about you