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too fast
Fast pace, fast moving
I felt his hand slide
up my thigh.
Yes, no, yes, no
Yes?
No.
Self control in the pits
of Tartarus
Head soaring in the clouds
above
A dizzy height, the world is spinning
Beautiful boy
beautiful trance
Harmonious melody in my head
as he played around
No.
No.
No.
He continued.
Unsteady, unready
he promised to wait
But to relive his guilt
“I’m not pressuring you”
“I’m not taking advantage”
Innocent smile, naughty eyes
Dilemma upon dilemma
What do I do with my face?
Naughty girl
naughty eyes.
The regret the next morning
Fast pace
Is unsustainable
I love you
empty words left her mouth
Empty words in her empty sky.
Empty happiness, empty laughter
Smile on face
none in eyes
What am I doing
to this beautiful boy?
leave now, leave soon
don’t break his heart
don’t claim his room
untaken advice
fast pace relationship
perfect match
unsustained
Don’t break this boy
please don’t go there
So much power
so little responsibility
no class
no restraint
no common sense
What happened to wait?
what happened to sustainable?
Gone with the wind
like the actor in the movie
What if I never give back?
What if I never reciprocate?
Will he love me regardless?
Will he be fine to give and not get?
What am I doing with this boy?
What are my goals?
‘cause sometimes love left alone
Is better than love burnt on a stove.

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