Trash - Poem by Nisha Janine
He pulls me in made me feel like a real human
He led me on
He held me
He kissed me with his soft lips as his hands slowly crept up my shirt
With each inch he pulled me closer to him
Laying his head on my chest
Slowly kissing up to my neck
I’m in heaven!
Then he changes…
Begging and begging
I DON’T WANT TO!
He keeps asking and asking till my will power fails
“Fine” I give in.
Oh the guilt and shame falls over me
All I want to do is to be held
With such passion that makes my heart race.
“There” the deed is done.
The regret, my heart hurts
I just want him to hold me
But what do I get? After what I did. What do I get?
He just throws me out,
“Thanks, you can go now”
WHAT IS THIS! ! !
I totally diminish myself to make him happy
And he throws me out like a piece of trash
All I am to him is a piece of …
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