(experience doesn’t teach, it deforms)
*ahem*
the vicious cycle
the first mouth I ever kissed
turned out to be
a slut’s—
I was just a
flower to pluck,
another two-lipped notch
it was
school-yard learning or some-such
rot
it was
rough stuff
a sucker shot
kick to the crotch
you put me through; so
now I’ve learned to
pull punch too, I
may never
learn to
forgive you, for
making Me like
You.
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