Oh no, it's already half past 3!
Sometimes I stay awake until my morning alarm beeps
I feel like my eyes want to close, but they won’t
But anyway, this is how the movie goes
I was fresh out of school, I had just gotten home
When I pulled out the electrical device called a telephone
Went on Facebook, and guess what?
I had a surprised look
It was you,
You had liked all my Facebook photos
A couple weeks later you messaged me
Speaking just a little bit sexually
And I was with it, I must admit it
Now I wish I never even did it
Even though it felt so good when your thumper was up in it
You were my first, but you never knew
Until just a few days ago I decided to tell you
How did it go?
Let’s just say
It’s crazy how when you finally speak the truth
It still takes convincing just to get someone to believe you
It was you,
You were the one who took my innocence
I still wonder how I ended up in this crazy predicament
But you were you so inviting, I was with it
My sentiments for you steadily grew
Like a flower that starts off small and eventually blooms
Being in your presence was like inhaling treacherous fumes
You were toxic
Every time you came around
Your effect was hypnotic
The nonfiction me was gone, and the imposter came upon me
Your way of words was so smooth, like butter and cream
This just wasn’t my character, to tell the truth
This isn’t something I’d normally do
I knew it was wrong
I knew it wasn't right
But every night when I lay down in my bed
The flashbacks of the coition kept playing
Like a broken record in my head
Finally, I ended up telling you how I feel
And you made it clear there’d never be a deal
My aspiration for this becoming a relationship would never be real.
A friendship with a benefit, you said.
Yet was it even a friendship?
This connection felt so loosely knit
Most teenagers might think friends with benefits is pretty lit
But they’re wrong, when all is said
Because when it all comes down to feelings
Guys kick rocks and you never hear from them again
As if he never even pushed his love stick in
Was it something that I did?
I was vexed, disappointed, and more than a bit hurt
Because in the end you did me dirt
But then again, how can I really be mad?
Was this my karma for lying to myself so bad?
Hell no, I can’t be mad, because last time I checked
It takes two people to do something so stupendous and senseless
Now I realize I looked like his little apprentice
That last line was kind of relentless, but then you’re careless
Now who’s the one who’s waxing garrulous?
I think my vocabulary is simply tremendous
Again, irrelevant
Still, here I am
Writing a poem about a dog who doesn’t even feel sad
A dog that only barks at me when he wants to make sure
Our secrets remain unknown, his actions obscure
I don’t know why I stress all this alone
He craves what’s between a woman's legs as if it was a bone
He doesn’t care how I feel as long as the rest of the movie isn’t told
But enough of making you look like the criminal and myself a scold
Even though it might not matter to you as an individual
Because the effect on you has obviously been minimal
This is something I’ll get over, but never forget
Even now when I lie down in my bed
The scenes from our movie still play on
Like a broken record in my head.
