Posted this before and then took it down.
i didn't feel good about doing that, so it's up again.
It can help explain why i am so messed up
and more importantly serve as a reminder
for us to always mix our own drinks.
His sullen searchlight eyes caught me
felt so safe in his strong arms so free
showed the woman in me felt her feel
and thanked the stars for making it real
Our next date takes place within a week
omg i can't believe it am so excited eek
in my tight brown slacks i pretty my face
and my thoughts were all over the place
We sat for a while he fixed me a drink
it tasted a bit strange a cocktail i think
asked me to feel the muscle in his arm
i smiled and complied what's the harm
Soon he suggested we walk to a bar
to show me off and that it wasn't far
clung to his arm it was late September
how long we stayed i can't remember
i half emerge from the darkest night
feel so drained something's not right
shearing pain shoots through my leg
can't move at all and mumbling i beg
Slacks caught on my ankles he's mad
and hurting me so much but he's glad
using all my strength i kick them loose
now i´m laid bare for his brutal abuse
Flips me over i'm like a doll in his grip
those are his fingers in me not the tip
too drunk to **** punches my behind
felt my body fading out with my mind
Blackness and then i'm on my knees
what was i doing still trying to please
like a used up toy he sends me away
i am never going to forget that day
Comes here drunk knocks on my door
i'm a friend he has warm feelings for
while his sullen eyes fill me with dread
i think to myself i wish you were dead
