Summa cum laude, smarty pants, slit wrists, won’t learn my lesson,
Bleeding out, don’t stitch me up; destruction is perfection,
Please choke me with his gentle hands, gag on his intentions,
Lover girl, cruel world, live for lust, not soul connection,
Softest skin, mini skirt, full metal jacket for protection,
So what I keep on trying to suck love from an erection?
He’s telling me that on my knees is the prettiest reflection,
Gaze up at him adoringly, disgusted, perpetual perplex-ion,
After all, aren’t we the same, like pain mirrors affection?
His cold dead eyes on my pale thighs, I beg for his attention,
Sticks and stones, please break my bones, wretched, worship imperfection.
Ironically, he is both lock and key, my hell and my ascension.
Megan Forrest
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