He calls you his little slut.
At first you weren't sure,
but you wanted to please him.He calls you his little slut.
It grew on you, you liked it,
It made you feel submissive.He calls you his little slut.
Something twists in your heart,
Is it starting to tear you apart?He calls you his little slut.
You feel dirty, used,
I think it's burnt your last fuse.He calls you his little slut.
You've had enough,
This is gonna be a bit rough.He called you his little slut.
Why was i so scared?
He hasn't left me here impared.He called you his little slut.
I'm not a slut,
I'm me.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020