Doll in Wonderland

Take It All Back

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. 

 

Comments2

  • Brandon Ramsey371983

    Really deep I can feel the pain in it and the bittersweet joy

  • L. B. Mek

    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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