a book full of lies and you're every one of them
a room full of guys and you've done each one of them
it's not called slut shaming
until I call you a slut
you're not a slut
I just have dirt on you
dirt like the time
that you left
while I cried
dirt like the words
that I heard
from another
dirt like the names
you called me
to your brother
I overhear and no one knows
I know
so many things that no one knows
I know dirt
dirt like the person
that you are
not enough to be a slut
you'll only ever be dirt•
YOU ARE READING
not the truth
Poetry•a piece of my soul bundled in lies and rhymes and late night tears and fears and thoughts and rarely the truth•
