The bar lights make it alright.
The shame is washed away by the night.
I don’t take it personal even though you speak in slights.
I close my eyes really tight,
and it feels almost like sunlight.
–S.
Tag: shame
Stripped Identity.
You take my virginity on a mattress, with no bedframe.
You tell me who I am as if I have no name.
You hit things around me, filling me with shame.
I don’t know how to win any of your mind games.
When you’re done with me, you leave faster than you came.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 