What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 22, 2018

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I found your note one morning

I was only nine

I looked down at your bloody wrists

And screamed “Please get up, please just be fine!”

 

Four years later

And I’m telling my shrink about you

He consoled me with his calloused fingers

Until my face turned blue

 

Another couple years in the future

And I am wasting my teen years chasing highs

While my boyfriend tied me down

And forced himself between my thighs

 

Now I’m all grown up

And sex is my highest currency

Then I meet this girl who wants me for something more

And my body enters a state of emergency

 

I spend my nights questioning if I’m ever enough

My body is all I have to offer

So if she doesn’t want it…

 

What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

 


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