poetry iv: thot confessions

xvi. untitled four (part two)

untitled four. part two.

september 30, 2017

2:59 pm.

i'm dressed nice,

not for you.

a classy, red dress

hugging my body

which i've barely just begun to love.

classy, but showing off;

that's the way you like to act.

but i never invited your touch -

you have to know this.

when your hand went up my inner thigh,

i did not condone it.

but i didn't stop it.

i guess that's my new thing now -

i can't say yes but i can't say no.

i used to be a lot stronger than this

but somewhere

i lost myself - the hardcore, the independence.

i'm dressed nice,

this black laced bralette

barely holding me in.

drunk, now.

and a little sad.

waiting in your bed.

you told me you'd be there in a minute,

but you were taking too long.

i woke up to you

telling me to sleep on the couch -

you have another "special" friend.

and i don't hold it against her.

hell, i am her.

same place,

meeting a new guy

just to smash on a first night whim.

the guys warned me about you -

your best friends told me to stay away from you.

i knew you were bad,

it was in the back of my mind the whole time.

i woke up the next morning

with it slapped across my face:

why didn't i just listen?

it must be my love of self destruction.