Writings from Elsinore I Don't Feel Like Talking | Page 3

a tale of a brief and unfortunate affair

There once was a girl and she fell fast

in love with a guy, and she knew it would last

because he gave her a promise

before enveloping her in a kiss,

when they were alone, he promised

that he would make her a bride.

She should have known the boy had lied.

His eyes had been magnetic and full of light

that extinguished the instant

he rolled away to her right

with a look on his face

that was something like bored

and she could not see a trace

of the face she’d adored.

She only did the deed

because he said the right words,

it was like he’d fed her with

pieces of bread and she was in starvation.

She pretends to herself he was a hallucination

to put a stop to an onslaught of regret.

He’d speak only the truth, was what she’d thought,

because he had a charm no one could forget.

She didn’t factor in the possibility

that there’s no falsifiability

in this promise, in giving his word,

a vow spoken one to another that nobody else heard.

She couldn’t hold him to what he’d said.

or accuse him of messing around with her head.

She feels dirty now, her limbs wet with his grime.

She didn’t tell him that it was her first time.

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For a while I’ve known this girl who wants to marry me

and that’s not ever going to happen, obviously

but I told her that it would, just so I could see

whether hearing that was enough for her to sleep with me.

And she did. Wish she hadn’t. The experience bordered on bad.

While we did I thought ofcold wet fish, how much dignity she had I thought it probable she’d have issues to do with her dad

or something like that. If I’m honest, it’s kind of sad.

Afterwards, she’s staring at me intensely while we lie

side by side in bed, and I’m praying she won’t cry.

After all, she’s just a slut. And I’m just a guy.

But I held the door open for her when I said goodbye.