On the party, you drank too much whisky,
then you lost control and kissed a girl,
you thought it was me, but you don’t know her,
I pulled your shirt with a raging anger.
Goodbye.
At three twenty three in the morning,
you came home crying, you said you’ve been cheating, sorry.
Sorry was all you got to say.
I picked up your suitcase and threw your stuff into it,
I tossed it to your feet and told you to leave.
You walked toward me and started kissing me, first I didn’t want it but then I liked it.
You ripped off my shirt wildly, then you said I was pretty.
I was angry but I couldn’t resist, I was surprised that I liked it.
I liked the way you did it.
by
Mellati Deluna
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