it's yours , to keep

n.21.14

My second hickey was given to me by my first love , although he wasn't the first to give me a hickey , that's another poem . But this time it was , different I wanna say . Before when we'd kiss , it was just an addition to our already sparked passion . This time , as I sat on the jungle gym stairs , legs agape with your hard body pressed between them , it reminded me of what we were and how we were and what we could've been , it reminded me that I was , just your jump off that you pleasured when the cat was away , and oh boy , did your mousy A play . But it was awkward , bc your teeth pressed deeply against the nape of my neck , they , were colder than the frozen spoon i melted into that same night . And this awkwardyness made me realize that in fact , you are worth no more of my tears and my blood . If I am just worthy of being your jump off , you don't have the worth to make me stress over you another cold wet lonely night .
👑QM