Hey, I really love you.
You’re my sunshine; my light.
You break the clouds,
Of course, you are my silver lining.
This was coming for a while;
Bacardi somehow became my style.
I love you, girl.
I want you more than the world.
He used to be gleaming bright
Like a little spot of smiles
Within all this suffering.
Used to be the thing I could say
I was looking forward to
At the end of the day.
Then that all had to change.
It wasn’t at the middle light;
Instead, in the middle night.
Surprises fell when the window broke
The mumbled greeting became a choke.
Hands, flying, bottles gleaming.
One last whisper of a clean breath,
As the smell of alcohol prevails.
He says he loves her.
He says he needs her.
The words are stopped in her throat.
What does he mean?
Is this what is seems?
Why are his hands moving there…
Screams, muffled, in the doorway.
His body over hers, heavy and hot
She whispers to him, ‘Please stop.’
The desire is too great.
The motions of the night begin to fly
Adrenaline pumps in his veins
And fear slides through hers.
One hand reaches desperately out
Into the open space, as tonight,
She was raped.
He can’t stand the pleasure;
It builds up so fast, she’s just the best.
He mumbles her name
While she cries in shame,
The promises were all a game.
There’s so much pain.
When he’s done with what he came for,
He rolls towards the floor,
Zips his pants,
Kisses her forehead and whispers.
‘Hey, I really love you.
Let’s do this again.’
And as he leaves from the broken glass,
She sighs and pants.
‘Hey… I really hate you.
Thanks for this.’ |
Submission Name: Rape Is His Game
