I like you but I wasn't asking for it.
Went to your room that night didn't mean I wanted that dick.
I said no and it wasn't some party trick.
You kissed me with some crazed look and I wasn't interested in it.
Kept saying I know you like it.
So desperate for an orgasm.
You ignored my screams and those tears rolling down my eyes.
I tried to confess the nightmare.
But I'm the criminal because I have tits and a vagina.
I made your dick hard.
So it's my fault.
Met this guy who seems nice.
But his touch makes my skin crawl.
His lips taste like poison
YOU ARE READING
Mixed Creations
PoetryI see things around me and I want to speak about it moreover rant. Because once I had no voice and writing became my voice. My words are my weapons yet their my savior. These pieces are connected closely to my personal life and from the world around...
