To every girl who's been pushed in love.
Fallen and I can’t get up.
from this drink filled,
to the brim of my hefty cup.
He pushed me
and I let him,
Now sickly poisoned off the spirit of Bacardi venom,
The liquid, a mirror of my emotion.
Overfilling the cup, swirling the mixture in a circular motion,
Spreading through my gilded veins, using them as tunnels,
Bacardi spreading through my brain my mouth the hallow funnel.
I have fallen, freely
Gravity caving in,
Struck the ground at a cost,
Saw him waving in,
Rushed with no worry– I was saved.
Saved to get enslaved.
He pushed me.
The ground kissed me
the thin skin on my face– crispy,
Sliced like the organ that’s strictly secured in a cave.
An organ with a curfew, with an on and off
A grotto, a museum, a historical figure.
Not a playground, or toybox for his action figure,
Not a punching bag, for when hes furious.
Not an activity for when hes curious.
A priceless vase, not for your dirty paws.
I meant his. His dirty paws.
I clawed into my skin, trying to get him out from underneath.
He was suffocating, or better yet me.
I can’t breathe, I can’t stand
I have fallen, do you comprehend.
Fallen and I can’t get up
Blood and sweat on my shirt.
If only falling for a person
Came with love alert.
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