My place


The bathroom.
For some odd reason it provides me comfort
Like the time it was my safe haven from a full blown rape
Is it weird that I prefer to stay here than to go on some random date
Weird that I love the setting that once provided my hate
It’s here where I fell asleep after it was a little too late
How could you not notice?
You are as ignorant as the mother who saw my purity as an opportunity to profit
I told you all my insecure confessions and you just nodded
As if it was just a casual conversation
You’ve had too many relations to provide me elation
I should’ve known
You’d be too busy entertaining friends you just so happened to fuck
And then complain how we’ve not grown
On my own
And then you wonder how you could ever have reaped the oats that you’ve sown