There was liquor on your tongue when you slurred through jagged teeth that you loved me
Truly, you were not drunk on any physical means of addiction, but your pride had clouded your vision and I found myself swallowed-whole by the illusion of your confidence
of your genuine eyes.
of your love.
insert here a generic phrase, regurgitated into a million ears in order to establish trust
establish attachment
establish a sexual connection that I was not ready for but that I felt that I owed you because of some worn out words flung carelessly from your unguarded mouth
insert here an unoriginal consolation used to convince me that this was exactly right where we should be
how we should be
who we should be.
you only exhibited anything like love when you were succeeding in getting me undressed for you. you were possessive, which i took as evidence that you did in fact love me, but possessiveness without compassion is just greed, and lord knows that your greed extended well past just me.
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Grape Soda
PoetryWARNING: this book contains explicit topics such as abuse, rape, homophobia, transphobia, etc. if any of these things bother you DO NOT READ. i use these poems to cope with trauma.
