Touching you was new
I felt new
Different
Normal
Like my insecurities
Could be washed away
And the way your
Cock slipped out
Constantly
I knew it was normal
Uncomfortable
But the curve of your cock
Wouldn’t stop us
I begged you to flip me
Over
And fuck me from behind
And I knew you’d love
Every thrust
As much as I did
But you didn’t
Pull out
And the plastic
Holding the fear
Of a future
Forced together
Burst open
As did you
And our awkward
World collided
Until tears
Came
As quickly
As I put my clothes
Back on
And felt like a hooker
When you
Innocently begged me to
Take the 20s
You needed me to use
To secure your future
Without children
No child out of
Wedlock
Would do
For a man who felt the pain
Of his parents
“Mistake”
But I knew it wouldn’t
be now
But I guess
It never will be
for us
Because the
Feeling of awkward
Lingered enough
For you
That you
couldn’t....
I bring trauma
And that kills me
So I sit
In my car
Outside the moon
On a Georgia night
Listening to Lyin’ Eyes
Thinking about how
Beautiful yours were
Full of tears
And full of
Fears
When you
looked
At me
I wish
The dream
I had
About
our normal
Life
Could be real.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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