Poetry Diaries 1: Nepenthe

27. Taker

You're way too fake for someone like me
We were doomed before we even started
Crisp shirts, shiny leather and technology
Against my jeans that were paint-splattered

You live in a place with too much people
Barbie and Ken all living together
Those condescending blue eyes of yours
Looking down at me, sinking even lower

You take me against the wall
Shoved inside with barely stripping
Did I ever ask for it with my clothes?
Did I ever say I have been wanting?

Boys like you without a care in the world
I've been told I was only good for one thing
Was the bed too far for you to reach?
Was I too much undeserving?

Left on the floor with my clothes ripped off
Didn't even get a goodnight kiss
I pick myself up and fix my clothes
Swearing this will be the last time I'm dissed

//Taker
Eririn