Just a broken Bottle

Regrets

 

I remember when he grabbed me with his eyes

and I couldn't yell or scream, but smile at him

slowly he led me into his dingy room

where we could not be seen

 

behind the curtain he sat me on the couch

then he stood by my side and my flimsy wrap fell

he gazed upon my slender form and touched my lips

he was elegant and I was wet and cold and damp

and his touch of body was nice and warm

then his feverish lips he pressed to mine

I gave him every drop of what I had in me

and he drained me of my very self

I couldn't make him stop ‘cos for the first time 

I was loving it and loving it and loving it

I cared less about what Papa may say

I never wondered what Mama may say

I was just loving it, loving it, loving it,

that's why you find me here today

a broken bottle, drained empty to the bottom

and tossed away in the trash of nothingness

I, who was once adorable and full of wine.