Author's Note: Well, here we go I break a 9 month long dry spell (or so) with this baby. I like it. The last stanza is... something new to me... a tad risky. But yes I like it. Okay enough of whether I like it or not! We are here to explain ourselves.
This girl loves this boy so much... She will ruin herself and she will give all of what is left over. Meanwhile he is using her.. intentionally or not. Actually to call it intentional would mean that he would care enough to even recognize she has some worth. Shows he actually thinks. Lets not give him that much credit. Its an old theme... thank god... And keep in mind this doesn't have to be taken to be sexual.
I’m illegible
Scrawled across the bed sheets
Each stroke final
Penned by your careless hand
On my back
Brown at the edges
Curls flowing to the edge
Dripping to the floor
Warped and smeared
Lipstick kiss on the crease
Stamped by cracked lips
With a wet appetite
Your tongue slips on the spot
Where my words clotted
And you turn and I’m tossed
To where I started
Rose are Red
Violets are Blue
You knocked over the ink
What ever am I to do?
