You touched me
Like I belonged to you,
Kissed my neck
like I was your property.
You ran your hands up my side's
Like my body had no mind.
Like I'm not in the mood
Not tonight im tired
Like maybe in the morning
I dont want to.
Like don't fucking touch me today.
You touched me
Like you never heard any of it.
I often forgot
That as far as you were concerned
I was your girlfriend
You could touch me
Whenever you wanted.
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Butterflies come flying out [poetry]
PoetryThe words of a teenage girl with too many emotions and no other form of catharsis.
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