A Love Gone Sour
From the day you met, she told you she was scared to be loved.
She didn't want to give herself up, because she knows how it all ends.
But you were persistent
You made her feel all the ways she had dreamed of.
She finally had a person to love, all for herself
Your touch made her body quake
The only thing in her mind was loving you.
But you had other plans
Her lips quivered and legs wobbled after your first kiss.
You just wanted to do it again
your tongue invaded her mouth and lips latched to her neck.
She liked it. You made her feel wanted.
You made her feel.
She met your friends, and they fed her liquor.
She took you upstairs to explore your body,
She wouldn't dare let you explore hers.
She had problems, and cried all the time. She never told you she wanted to die, but you found out.
You were furious
"How dare she not feel enough when I treat her like the world"
The thing was, you shut the world out.
You never appreciate the beauty she had to offer.
You laid in the dark, shutting everything out, eventually she joined you in your bed.
Your fingers traced her skin, and slipped under the waistband of her panties.
You explored her like she was an undiscovered island. And she was.
But she let your inhibit her island, and a storm was coming.
The flood gates in her eyes busted open, hearing the words that meant nothing anymore.
You took her out and showed her off. Like a toddler parading his new toy.
You told her you loved her and you assured you wouldn't hurt Her.
She trusted you with every part of herself and you took advantage of that.
You explored every inch of her, leaving a path to make sure you were able to find your way out, and when you left.
You left her with everything she never wanted. Everything she warned you of, you did.
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