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