Laughed as my body she lifted, "No this child shall be gifted"
I slept over at Scott's house on Monday night, under false pretenses with my parents, who really thought that I was sleeping at Rob's, and I got away with the whole thing! I got dropped off at Rob's monday afternoon and hung out with him for awhile, and then around six Scott came and picked me up, taking me to his house. I told my mom that Rob and I were going to a concert that night (which is kinda true, since Rob did), hoping that would create an excuse for my clothes smelling like smoke. I left a change of clothes at Rob's and showered at Scott's Tuesday morning.... It was perfect!! I ended up getting really drunk, laying on top of a table, dancing around his house... I really didn't care what everyone thought of me! I guess alchohol really improves your social skills! Around 5 in the morning everyone was getting a little tired, so all of the couples went to their individual rooms in the house, which ment that Scott and I got to sleep in his parents' room! I was hoping to fuck him that night, but I didn't.... I just couldn't figure out how to start it off, so instead of sex the usual stuff went on (which is when I FINALLY got a mouthful of that kid), and then we just slept. I woke up around 7 and ate and then woke up again around 9:30 to take a shower, while Scott was still sleeping.... so I got all of that done and I seemed compleatly sober, it was crazy! So my mom didn't suspect a thing! And I also got to hang out with Rob for a long time when I got dropped back off at his house, it was the perfect plan! After all of that excitement I got my hair dyed by Maggie, and it was supposed to be white, but it turned out really light blonde, and I also hung out with Kat! It really feels like summer again!
Poems:
1.
Open your blister hands
and try to grasp the concept
of the sharp words
I’ve thrown your way
and the feeling of love
that pries into your skin
to insure you’ll never forget me
or the pain you’re in.
2.
I remember his name
buried beneath the glory
that God gave him
just to make us jealous
that we could never look like that
without feeling ashamed
and I could never fuck like that
without feeling used.
But somehow he’s won respect
for the romantic qualities
he holds in his hands
and the dirty words he’ll whisper
before he goes down
on already breathless men
he soon breaks
into carefree boys.
I have to trust him
with my pants to my knees
and I know I too
will soon be struck helpless
by the taste of my innocence
being taken away
in mouthfuls of shame
and mouthfuls of tears.
Poems:
1.
Open your blister hands
and try to grasp the concept
of the sharp words
I’ve thrown your way
and the feeling of love
that pries into your skin
to insure you’ll never forget me
or the pain you’re in.
2.
I remember his name
buried beneath the glory
that God gave him
just to make us jealous
that we could never look like that
without feeling ashamed
and I could never fuck like that
without feeling used.
But somehow he’s won respect
for the romantic qualities
he holds in his hands
and the dirty words he’ll whisper
before he goes down
on already breathless men
he soon breaks
into carefree boys.
I have to trust him
with my pants to my knees
and I know I too
will soon be struck helpless
by the taste of my innocence
being taken away
in mouthfuls of shame
and mouthfuls of tears.