BRoken WOrd

Prom Nite

I slip up and caught that new STD called feelings

Maybe it was the way he caught my ass effortlessly as juvenile chanted in the background

I was being responsible, I even turnt done a blunt and a cherry red Solo cup

So how am I still here?

Discharging from the heart over a dude that didn't take me into consideration as it felt like he was damn near penetrating me in the middle of my dance floor.

Over thinking text in the morning after. Reminiscing on a slow drag to a red hair devil will a British twang then sensually grinding to a crooner who's surname promised to send us on a planetary adventure as his fingers gripped my hips in just the right way, soaking my thong throughly.

It's amazing real how my dress matches my mood, down in the dumps over a dude who's college bound in three short days.

Now I've got that itch that I can't scratch. Chest and stomach pains when he walks by without a second look. Mental wanting to give him left hook.

I hope this will fade over time. I don't Monistat can give me the relief I need.