Take It All Back Poem, by Doll in Wonderland, at My poetic side

Here we go again

He said he really likes me

He likes how I'm always smiling and that I like how he smells

I can't stop kissing him

Touching him,

Moaning when he runs his fingers thru my skin and kisses me back

I just know that I'm going to screw this up

He's going to get tired of me

My need for his attention and affection

And soon, he won't want to know me, anymore

He will wish he could take it all back

I'm not going to be what he is looking for

I didn't sleep with him

I should've when I had the chance

My heart goes all in, way too open

I just want another day, another week, another anything

I just want to know why I do this

I can't stop daydreaming of boring days of grocery shopping

And holding his hand when walking

And still moaning when he runs his fingers thru my skin, and kisses me back

Maybe reading to him in bed

I just want to take it all back

Forget that he met me

Forget that he made me smile

Forget the "I really like you"s and the "I just want to know you"

And guard my fragile heart, like I should have to begin with

It's probably all pretty lies anyway

I should've just slept with him when I had the chance.

Comments +

Brandon Ramsey371983 November 25th, 2021 23:08
Really deep I can feel the pain in it and the bittersweet joy
L. B. Mek November 26th, 2021 05:44
raw emotionality
worded, selflessly relatable:
'And guard my fragile heart'
how this one line: frames
your whole poem's. intent..
but, dear poet
you've already showcased your bravery, in this write
it's too - late, to pretend
you're nothing:
but another, victim in-waiting..
clasp tight, these words of awareness
dive deep, into your sea
of introspection gleaned, wisdom
and arm yourself, Prepare
for that next opportunity
at Togetherness..
This Time, no regret's
trust your instinct's - knowing
if there's any betrayal
it will be his loss!
You're the one
He: will be regretting
for the rest
of his wasted, life..
You'll, be just fine
brush your shoulders, play
some Ariana Grande
and call out, to the awaiting world
'Thank you: Next!'

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