You touched me
Like I belonged to you,
Kissed my neck
like I was your property.
You ran your hands up my side's
Like my body had no mind.Like I'm not in the mood
Not tonight im tired
Like maybe in the morning
I dont want to.
Like don't fucking touch me today.You touched me
Like you never heard any of it.
I often forgot
That as far as you were concerned
I was your girlfriend
You could touch me
Whenever you wanted.
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Butterflies come flying out [poetry]
PoetryThe words of a teenage girl with too many emotions and no other form of catharsis.