Glow in the dark again
The first time you stepped your foot on my low bed I should have known, You would trample my naked white sheets and drive 122 miles back to your place hungover with sober pieces of my sheets. Of this brief brutal picture that was painted of us, somehow the colours were faint! I would look at myself in the mirror Sofian Shea Butter all over my body satin naked skin so I could glow in the dark Darkness was where I saw you where I loved you in your doubts and insecurities, That time when you hated yourself “fml! why am I like this?”- you said My heart bled because self-hate, my genesis framed familiarity. So, when you asked if you could stay because it was too late, I let you step on my low bed in an attempt to rescue myself in an attempt to save myself. You always turned off the lights before whispering in my ear, “Surprise me” Or “Have a little fun”- you would say, I knew fun are always finite I know you didnt want to hurt anyone That little fun had me in scars which are not finite