Dirty Things I Was Too young To Understand

I’ll forever live

As the 17 year old

Who let a man twice her age

Convince her she was nothing.

No matter how hard

I try to scrub that off

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I remember how warm your hands were and sometime

Only sometimes I miss how they held me.

Most of the time I remember how they burned me,

Into never wanting to touch another persons flesh again

Ode To The Boy Alone In The Coffeeshop

You have eyes to kill over and you don’t know this because men don’t seem to like compliments like this

Your coffee order is complex and I have a feeling its metaphorical for the personality you obtain

The window lets the sun play with your bleached blonde locks and I’m jealous that the sun is able to explore you while I keep my distance.

People say being lonely is sad and unfortunate but the way you old yourself proves

Being alone is not the same as being lonely