I spilled my guts on the floor,
and you just lingered by the door.
As the seconds passed,
I felt like more and more of a monster,
of a scary thing to harbour from.
I was 7 when my parents moved to separate beds,
and I was 17 when I realized beds are not sacred.
they're just places to sleep and give head.
My friend says she fears that she's no longer pure,
and wether that's true I cannot say for sure.
But I was I could take her and shake and say
"you will always be nothing but magic to me".