I felt so violated when you forced your lips upon mine.
I was a shy girl; I just wanted to take my time.
Your hands against mine, your breath cool yet heavy
I didn’t know what to expect, but your eyes seemed so ready
Our lips firstly pecked…
Third times the charm.
Before your tongue parted the way, I was shockingly alarmed
I had to end it; I didn’t want more
Your face was upset, but you still held a smile.
"It’s okay, babygirl. It was a perfect while"
The following week, my birthday was in place
You ruined it horribly because you were wickedly two-faced
You forgot my birthday and avoided me to no end
And the day of my party, I found out you were chasing my “friend”
I hated you so bad and honestly?
I still do.
But a couple of months passed and you text my phone:
“I’m sorry for what i did; I didn’t mean to to hurt you and pretend. Would you mind if we still remained friends?”
I wanted to say no and hurt you like you did me, but all I could say?
"Sure thing. It’s cool…it’s okay"
So now you think we’re friends and everything’s cool
But deep down, I think I still have anger at you
A guy like you was nothing but pure fantasy bliss
The only thing I regret?
Giving you my first kiss.