He enveloped the contents of my being,
and penetrated the periphery as it were
to render the little girl who never loved,
and wouldn’t stand for being loved in return.
He knelt o’er me then, with something
that only my intuition could surmise
before he planted a kiss upon the doubt (and that I do despise),
was depicted as a frown upon my lips he kissed and kissed,
before his tongue took a plunge for my gut, as the question he asked was this:
“Why did you make me fall in love with you?”
I thought to myself, I could ask you just the same.
I’m not sure how it happened, but I sure won’t take the blame.
I grabbed him even harder then, and forged them to be sure -
them words he had caressed me with,
and left them lingering in the air.