I laid there as he thrust himself in and out of me.
It didn't have to keep coming to this.
But he broke me.
I wanna feel love.
I know it's not real.
Moan.
It feels good.
Moan.
But it's just temporary.
Moan.
I was a good girl.
But the hand I have.
I have to deal.
Deal with temporary bliss.
Moan.
Once a girl girl goes bad.
There's no going back.
YOU ARE READING
My Life
PoetryThe reckless. The teenmom. The jock. The thot. The heartbroken. The nerd. The invisible. The dreamer. Their lives in their eyes This is their stories. It's true what they say.... Don't ever judge a book by it's cover.
