BubbsPoetry

This is why it means so little. Since the age of 12 I witnessed it on a big screen. Moans of pleasure, but just for the treasure.  Beneficial for the wealth that made their pockets as big as their prints. But love was never in the picture. Middle school was filled big bellies and open mouths. Everybody wanting a quick nut, no planters. Never thinking about the consequences, just the short satisfactions. Or the fact that at the age of 16 I almost lost my innocence. Hands on my body, lips on my neck. "Stop" must've meant "go", and the word "no" must've sounded like "yes" My savior happened to be a gun pressed between fingers, As he ran out of the back door before it got too much for him to handle. It could be because of my first boyfriend, who wasn't my first. And though even with sex, I still ended up getting hurt. Because I wasn't the only one. And even when we did, it always ended with a problem. More than one ...

I know that jealousy is an ugly trait, But at this moment I seem to possess it. So I wouldn't be surprised if everyone pointed and stared, And laughed at the features God seemed to grace me with. See she has something that I want. Yet something I can't seem to get. Maybe I should forget. Yet with every moment I'm in its presence, I yearn for it more. It disguises itself in clay, Hardening itself to protect it from the world, Yet it can't deny its original form. And she has found a way through. While I'm slowly chiseling away of the surface, Hoping to find my diamond underneath. Leading us to a bright future. She doesn't deserve it, I know that I'm not perfect, But she's not worth it. Yet she has it.... His heart.. Just call me a deadly sin.