friends with no benefits
That night was torture - you sat me across the table From you, and I painfully watched as
His blanched skin, blonde hair curled towards you, Casting a spell of lust - with your body as the target. And worst of all, you were receptive to it -
His towering white male shoulders not an easy Feat for anybody to beat, especially not me, even though I thought I’d made my feelings clear.
So,
I sat,
Biting my tongue to keep me from screaming out All the stupid things I feel for you. To keep me from begging you to pretend that you’re not into him.
So,
I scratched
My inked scarred skin, longing to be seen, to feel The web of safety that you swore surrounded me When, one by one, you put my demons on display, gave them names before you walked away.
Instead, you stare, pretend to care. Dare me to make The next move, straight into a wall of silence. And I guess you were clear:
you didn’t care to steer near me
But, I thought that maybe as a friend, there wouldn't be So many dead ends. Instead all I’ve gotten is messages Left on read, and fear that I exposed way too much Weight to bear - my biggest nightmare come to life.












