I'm dying for someone to disprove these words. Universe, I'm on a quest for the truth. You've never let me down before....
I want the words "she liked it" branded into my head,
scorched all up and down my arms,
torch justice into my thus far flawless skin.
Since water can not wash the blood off my hands maybe fire can.
We both committed the crime
but he's the only one behind bars.
He get's a bad rep
and I get to write poems,
receive sympathy pats,
yell "fuck me" into a mic as if my body language didn't say it in the first place.
My punishment is I go through life apologizing in rapid succession to anyone so unfortunate to be loved by me.
I know the stronghold of an apology never recieved
and I hope you never feel it
plus, I just feel guilty.
I'm waiting for justice.
Convict me
for every time I wore a low cut shirt and push-up bra and then scolded a man for not looking me in the eyes
Convict me
for every temptation, flirtation or batted eyelash.
Convict me for being so damn accessible.
I swear to God it was my fault too.
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