One-Night Stands - Poem by CeCe Lamberts
so painful the day after,
so exciting before they happen,
so much anticipation and hope
I don't know how to cope.
Emptiness the day after,
Feeling used, like a cheap slut
The phone's not ringing,
text messages not coming,
he probably doesn't care
probably didn't like me
won't care to see me again.
His smell still on my clothes
his taste in my mouth
his face in my head
I see him everywhere
Vivid pictures of his naked body on top of me
Feel his warm touch on my body
his tender lips on mine
and the lack of climax...
His words echoing in my head
'don't want to get hurt'
'not interested in a relationship'
wondering where I stand in this spectrum
tucked away in the memory box as a drunken adventure
soon wondering if it ever happened
if it were true or a figment of my imagination
Can't stand this pain
stopped my tears from falling again
I can now say for sure
I HATE ONE-NIGHT STANDS
Hate the way I feel the day after
Hate wondering if it meant anything
Hate feeling so stupid for getting hurt
Hate being so naive and expecting more
He was so warm and tender
looked so sensitive and wounded
yet sexy and good-looking
He was caring and sweet
Wanted the moments in his arms to last for ever
Wanted the night to be really long
Want to get to know him better
Still wonder if he'll ever call
If I'll ever see him again
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