The first time we met you flipped my peaches
and not in a metaphorical teenage raging hormones sexual way
but you literally flipped my cup of peaches
and told me to deal with it
you wore a smile so wide it could swallow me whole and spit out the bones
though you looked like a man from the 70s with you pushed back hair, wispy goatee and your too large wire rimmed glasses
you were still only 18 physically and 12 mentally
the first time you came over to my house you were a perfect gentleman
and not in a “i’m trying to make you sound better than you are” way
but you actually were and i had never experienced that
and you told me to deal with it
you wore a wutang hoodie so large that your arms could drown me in your chest
and though you were really a bad influence with your constant drug use and sexist and racist comments
my mother and father still loved you
the first time we ever had sex was hell
and not in a sensual heat of the moment type of way
but you actually showed me how little control i had
and you told me to deal with it
we were in your car and even though I said yes
i was higher than a kite and i believed you actually loved me
and even though I orgasmed doesn’t mean I enjoyed it
i cried in the shower for 3 hours before my mother came in and i told her i was sick
the first time you left me you said you were too stressed
but not in a “this relationship is stressful” way
but in an “i need an excuse to find someone sluttier”
and you told me to deal with it
so I believed your lie until you got with someone younger not even a month later
and when you two split up you asked to hang out
and when you said hang out i thought you meant hang out but really you just wanted the same thing as always
you saw me as an object, a blow up doll made of skin you could feel was ripping apart
and you did nothing but laugh
the first time I met him he told that was your plan
not to love me but to make me into a joke you could tell your friends
but it’s kind of fucked up because your friends aren’t laughing
they’re questioning your sanity
and now you have to deal with the fact that I know
I’m more than a joke that you laid in that bed
more than the memories you thought we had made
when really you were a fantasy I was stuck on
you catfished my emotions than left me hooked
i have the scars to prove it
About the Creator
Jewell Alexandra
I've given up keeping anything a secret for other's sakes, for they do not care on my behalf either.
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