The waves of embarrassment
often leave a scar
that you often never
forget
but then are the days
when you repeat
mischievous actions to only bring
the waves
i often wondered if you
truly cared in the
beginning, or were you always
soft?
pondering did i choose
a helpless case
or a open
book
i guess it never mattered
when you glanced at
my open
legs
i guess it made you
less hesitant to kill
my hopes and dreams
slowly
knowledge of my love
not only lust but love
for you and your
future
only to be left alone
again
and starting with no
one
i guess that's just the life
for an ungrateful-appreciative
scared-prideful-stone-faced
Emotionally Girl