My Poems

Please Let It End

Maybe it is weird,

Untrue,

But I feel love when my hands meet the buttons of his shirt,

I feel it from the dep caress of his tongue,

And while all of this is my imagination,

I still the animalistic hunger to let it burn, to rage, and accept it,

I dream of a head dipped low,

I dream of an endless torture ending,

I dream I can finally feel the pleasure, the satisfaction,

Something real, something that doesn't stay between pages of a book,

I dream the oppression of what if's will fade, and school will abade,

So when I give myself, 'early' or not,

I won't be one called whore,

Even when their hands smooth over my breasts,

Or their gaze at my valley,

I wish to be accepted, the agony of waiting, and pain after so much time,

Let their hands roam,

If not to seek some relief,

So not to go all the way,

Fuck school and their what if's,

Fuck their persecution of it being 'wrong', and to make us fear the worst when we give it up,

What happens when that small thing is taken away?

Or drunk at a party, with a stranger,

Let me cash my prize to someone I care about,

Whether they are near of far away,

And waiting for me,

Let me love the way I know how.

*Note: not all of this is actually about me. Most of this I create.*