one night stand

one night stand

A Poem by She murdered herself with words

 one night stand

everything was SUPPOSED to end there

and most of it did

you were quick to move on and forget the sweet whispers, and wondering hands

the beautiful bite marks

and crazy scratches

you forgot all the hair pulling, and skin warmed feelings

but, of coarse silly me what did I think was to come out of this?

A silly love?

Why would I want that with him? Ha! You make me laugh

my standards are much higher

…so then why dose my blood boil and my fingers cringe while my teeth grind watching him laugh and smile with a new face already

why dose it feel like death seeing him with her and having him not notice me?

Sometimes I wish I would’ve left at hello and other times I wish I would’ve said hello at goodbyes

maybe it was wrong timing or maybe it was that I just wasn’t good enough

Either way he’s gone and he’s not coming back and he’s not mine so what was the point of this?

To share my pain my blood boiling love and passion

the endless possibilities that could’ve happened if he would’ve just given one chance

the love that could’ve blossomed…




© 2017 She murdered herself with words



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Scornfully Restless

Great Read

Matthew

Posted 5 Days Ago


Passionate
I wanted more but I guess so did you.im glad you shared this with us

Posted 5 Days Ago


yeah this happens all the time which is why im f*****g women now

Posted 1 Week Ago


This scenario plays out everywhere, I'm sure. Your feelings are completely natural. Individuals want to be loved and admired. Young men are not like young women in their thinking most of the time. They simply want sex. Women want love. And so the scenario will play out wherever you go.

why (does) it feel like death

Posted 1 Month Ago



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She murdered herself with words
She murdered herself with words

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