Sweaty
Like Sunday mornings
And coffee
And sex
Awakening beside
A one-night stand
Realizing it’s your cousin
Sun dress
Low cut to suit
Her breasts
Wonders why she’s raped
Yes, raped
Even though she doesn’t say “no”
But doesn’t say “yes”
Shouldn’t they take that as a hint?
Are they really that stupid?
Slut
Yes, that’s what the girls call her
And the boys
Don’t think I haven’t too
Because that’s what she is
Wonder-slut
Young-slut
Wish-I-never-was slut
Cuts
By Thursday
Because it hurts too much
Not cliché –
She’s not poetic enough for that
Or maybe she’s just stupid
In my mind
If you’re gonna do melodrama
You might as well do it right
She hasn’t taken drugs yet
As far as I know
But I could care if she did
Slut
Not Christian
But still celebrates Christmas
And screams for Jesus
(During her sex on Sundays)
(On Saturdays, too, if I may mention)
She’s just along for the ride
The good life
The bad life
Fucked up
Her and her life
The hole in her growing wider
And deeper
In two ways
Slut
Doesn’t lick her lips
I borrowed her deodorant
In the gym locker room
Yeah, slut
I could see her scars when she took of her sweater
Bitch
Slut
I kept her deoderant
Points: 890
Reviews: 136
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