Yes
I still think about the way he touched me
Where
Did all the red flags come from
After
I was so naive
Wet
Legs straddling him
Spoke
Nothing about what I knew
Going
Into this I kept going deeper faster harder
Ripping through time for happy moments
Like a basket of perfect gifts
Specially wrapped
He sings so well
Air
In his diaphragm releasing a low vibrational note
"You've got the whole package just package it right"
Bullshit doesn't fit well in this poem
Ironically enough I got stuck
Here
In a bed that is not mine
With a man that is not mine
But I am his
Homegirl
- Unfinished peace
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I don't remember what you do on wattpad but please do it 😩💜
No but seriously I can add to this if it is wanted
And or write a short story on the teen fresh out of high school coming of age, meeting guys older than her, feeling special, and learning lessons yeah getting played.
