Good Times

A good girl's first and last experience with a "bad boy." Some things have to be learned the hard way I suppose!

“We had some good times,” you said

With one shaky breath

And stony, cold tone that tells of your regret. 

Your words are hollow

I can’t follow you or trace the melancholy steps you take

I see now the superficial high you chased.

A body is just a body…

But you don’t know my mind,

The only thoughts you had are how my lips tasted.

Some regrets you can’t erase

There are boundaries I crossed for smiles that were fake.

But your words are poison

I stand here affected as you spit that venom

It absorbs into my skin, my heart and head until it’s all seeped in.

Like a shadow it stalks me,

Mimics its way to the path I walk

It winds around your tongue as you talk-

But you, you are just an impression of success, masking empty Black Velvet bottles.

With the next swallow, a pledge to perfection

Hiding a heart and soul that is hollow.

I won’t be caught up in your sorrow

There’s no future in your love.

Our time was only borrowed.

Author's Note

I appreciate any feedback- constructive, positive, or negative. Thank you! I realize that this poem doesn't have a very polished ending but I sort of ran out of emotion as I wrote this and it just sort of ended without much resolution.