21 August 2011

virginity poem

i could write a thousand poems about the smell of violins
i could vroom vroom drunk on an icy street at 2 am
i could die any day now

what a mouth full
what a full of symbols
bleed
yeah thats what happens
maybe you had sex with a
maybe you faked it

i was raped by a girl from myspace in san antonio
thats real
that happens
she thought it was consentual because i had a boner

but sometimes boners happen for no reason at all
sometimes you cant control anything
sometimes youre in love

3 comments:

sars said...

i remember you telling me this story

sars said...

the story of how you lost your virginity is literally the longest you have talked at me in person ever

justin ryan fyfe said...

haha im sorry i will tell you longer stories more often