Frames of The First

I was crushed

by my first crush

sex

quenched thirst

my soul

the need to be filled

the emptiness came

as her feet stepped past the door

poof, she disappears like magic

but left her faint distance perfume

How did I ever live without her

beautiful flower

that now holds a stench

I hate her in my belief

I need to enter her doors

and take, take, take

take back all that I gave

so that she can feel

the emptiness that no amount

of liquid or substance can fill

I need to enter her backdoor

and take as much as I gave

retract the complements

with no supplements

shake away anything she has on me

sting like a black and yellow bee

burn paper hearts

squeezes butterflies

out of her stomach

cease my beautiful mistake

from ever happening

© EOU 2010