You let him lay in you.
Indulging in his existence.
Taking him in.. inch by inch,
Hoping to get addicted.
Letting him paint all over you, while you lay there like you were his canvas.
Creating blotches of his art on your body,
Til you pulled up your panties.
Your head thought for you that night,
You didn't consider your heart.
Floating still in this bed of water,
Drowning deeply in your thoughts.
What will they all think now that it's over?
Who was witness to this consensual crime?
Disrespectfully trotting trails of ink,
You drank too much this time.
But is he wrong and are you lying,
Should he get locked up?
You'll hide the truth,
But in time..
Those bombs are bound to blow up.