everybody wants to know if we fucked on your bathroom sink
(we didn't)
how your hands felt in my hair
(awful)
if we were drunk on alcohol and high as fuck on weed
(we weren't, I don't do that)
everybody wants to hear how we snuck out around 3
(we went out your window, your mom didn't hear a thing)
how you laughed when you said my name
(it was actually quite wonderful and I would love to hear it again)
and how you gripped my hips so mean
(I didn't like it, you left bruises and they won't go away)
we wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
(it was wonderful)
but the ending is the same every damn time
(you leave)
they think I'm insane
(I'm not)
they think my loving is strange
but I don't have to fucking tell them anything
(and I won't)
and I'm gonna write it all down
and I'm gonna say it out loud
but I don't have to fucking tell you anything
that's the beauty of a secret, you know you're supposed to keep it.
(even though you don't, and won't)
everybody's waiting up to see if I dare speak your name
(I will, because it no longer hurts)
and everybody wants to know
about how it felt to hear you scream
(It was empowering, in all honesty.)
they know you walk like you're a god,
(you're not)
they cant believe I made you weak
(I did)
YOU ARE READING
transparent people
Poesiemidnight thoughts from a girl who doesn't like following rules.
