I don’t ask much of men anymore its not in my nature
Eventually hope catches fire mid thrust
And all bets are off I’ve learned to minimize the impact of these kinds of collisions
Collisions like
Broken boys thinking their power is at the tip of premature manhood
When they crash into lusty girls willing to cash in their innocence for a place in a sexual world
I needed gratification
I found none
All I have is canyons
Between thighs
My heart will be leaking forever
I’m certain
Tires skid across heart
Teeth press down on tongue
I can’t remember how to speak
Everything I used to know
I’ve forgotten
Memories are fickle as the odds of you staying
You never stayed
You’d always leave
I know my body will repair
But when will my mind?
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