the first poem i've constructed since embarking on college....wheeee!
a moment in inebriation
he rejects and reflects
and his dirty particles
left specks of filth all over me
i can still taste his aroma
that sickly-sweet scent
that left a bad aftertaste
bitter while his hands defiantly crept
he stole my innocence
still i smile at the mention of his name
he soiled my reputation
but i suppose i am to blame
i gave him all
and rarely he appreciates
i gave him all
still my loneliness rates
number one
to his two nights
of three or more little white lies
where i stumbled and was forced
to fall five times upon his floor
and for what purpose
his three themes seem to be
to rule to use to conquer
a single me
his lips part and show daggers
that pierce each my words
he laughs loudly and something
beneath his eyes still burns
like a moth to a fire
it wasn't about emotion but lust inquired
he could wag his little finger
i'll kowtow till he's satisfied
i daresay he's a hustler
and i a blushing bride
he ruined my outlook
my life's a fury
he degraded my esteem
this was about lust and not feelings
endless deception-he charms indeed
my displeasure is accepted
but to use me superlative
it seems to empower him
i was rejected
he stole all i could give
after one night of blank passion
misconstrued by two opposing views
that three times were challenged
but inevitably fought for
three times i was conquored
twice i proclaimed it was the last time
three times i was conquored
twice i was blind
and now for once
i long for
nothing.
