Ablation

I’d take it all back if I could.

I mean, who wouldn’t.

Really, who would happily, give up part of their spirit,

Who in their right mind would, allow themselves into that situation.

Just, go to his house, and just give all of it.

Allow, such an intimate penetration,

To someone you don’t love.

The walk up to your room,

The way you held my hand,

The way we fell to your bed,

The way in which we did land,

Yes,

How we fooled around,

How we Fumbled incoherently,

How we each other’s bodies, found.

Or maybe, just maybe,

T was our drunken slurs of giggling,

‘was how you asked if you could teach me something,

It should have been special,

It seemed so in the moment I guess,

I don’t remember us kissing,

I remember your voice,

I remember mine,

I recall the way our bodies did intertwine.

Ablation-  Wearing away, A superficial waste.

That’s what it was,

A  pinnacle point- wasted.

I am sorry that I can’t taste your lips,

I don’t want to.

Who would in their right mind, give it all up?

Your purity, innocence, soul,

For a casual Fuck?

Allow these bruises on her inner thighs,

The coiled up silent screams,

Just the aftermath of her demise,

Apparently,

I would.