he kissed me, his lips hungry for whatever he tasted on mine,
we were both confused,
he was driven by the same desperation that brought his dad home to his mom every night,
and i was the same kind of ashamed that she was as he stripped her clothes off her body and laid her down, night after night.
but i kissed back, giving him what he wanted, feeding his hunger.
he became his father,
and i became his mother.
it was 3am and he was drunk,
and i was tired.
YOU ARE READING
mind. body. soul.
Poesiaa collection of poems, written about myself or inspired by a friend.
