Illicit Sexcapade (part one)
I am an immature individual;
Settling for the short dwindling moment where love kisses me upon my shoulders.
I allow him to rest heavy on me.
Instead of forgiving myself,
I completely forget that I'm broken..
So I open up my legs and let him in;
at that moment I become weak.
Totally allowing him to abuse me and use me.
Without crying a single tear;
Although I am hurt, I do not realize until the next morning, when I am pouring bits of myself onto paper, that nothings changed.
That ive made another ugly mistake.
Illicit sexcapade.
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