no one wanted
to hear about
my first kiss
because his name
was like a knife
to my skin
talking about him
released this
hurt and anger
inside of me
it just doesn't
seem fair that
what was once
so sweet has
turned into
a forbidden
fantasy.
YOU ARE READING
a damaged girl
PoetryI just need it out. I need it out of my mind. When words fail, my writing speaks.
fantasy
no one wanted
to hear about
my first kiss
because his name
was like a knife
to my skin
talking about him
released this
hurt and anger
inside of me
it just doesn't
seem fair that
what was once
so sweet has
turned into
a forbidden
fantasy.