Thoughts

“Thoughts”

Firstly, divulge me.

Are you in?

My face is to embrace the pillow.

Am I that forbidden?

And all this time, I blamed myself.

Apologies expressed to pull through.

But as my makeup smears the pillow,

My sorries pivot toward you.

You refused my objection,

And soon after I realized,

I’m not the first one, am I?

It’s likely your hand denies.

So, not a sound from me,

not even a moan.

Still quiet, but thinking back…

Was that even a bone?

Really, a shame you’d leave me this way.

So now you think you’re a man?

I’m sorry for not noticing.

Was that your master plan?

I assume you finished the task,

Then again, I couldn’t tell.

So I ask myself now, why am I running?

To slip away from Hell