22 and Proud

A Poem by Casner P

Being 22 (in today's "hookup" culture) from a girl's perspective.

I am the queen of my own ship, I am independent and I can do no wrong.

Who has time for feelings? I am f*****g 22, let me live.

As I wipe the cum from my face, I feel so alive. Stare into his drunken empty eyes, oh I know he loves me.

“F**k me harder, John Doe #14!” I scream. He complies, as I fake another orgasm. Man, does it get better than this?

I take another shot. Yeah, I can outdrink the boys, I know they love that. Tonight, I’ll find lucky number 15. Maybe, he’ll remember my name this time.

I am free and empowered, to be cold is the answer.

Emotions? I just have no time for that. John Doe #15 finishes in one minute, this my friend is called fulfillment.

He is now long gone seeking his next conquest, as I wake up and snuggle my companion Hangover. We get along so well, we should do this every weekend.

Hangover doesn’t stay long, and I’m soon greeted by my nemesis Emptiness, oh what a b***h she is.

She tells me to “get in touch” with my feelings, talk about delusional.

John Doe #16 cums on me once more, then he passes out (12 beers will do that to you). And I quietly whisper “You’re the one”.

Ah, to be 22. This is the life.

© 2015 Casner P

Author's Note

Probably lots of grammar issues. I don't know bored and procrastinating!

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Davidgeo

Ha.... damn. Dark. When I was younger and went to the bars more I could always point a few guys and gals that fit that description perfectly. I'd wager things didn't get better for them 10 years later.

This is a bit one sided though, there is a male version of this person as well. You should write a male version and make this a two part poem.

It's very good, very visceral writing.