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A Tv With Bad Reception

They were good friends And talked about things She never imagined they could He was into her and she knew But she cared for another She thought she was clear But she realized She was not That night she danced Danced like she never had before She was free Allowed fun Then they were done dancing Time for a real party She tried again to make it clear That night nothing would change She still wanted only a friendship nothing more A hot, sweaty and overly crowded room Where they found themselves that night A drink shoved into her hand At her lips Without thinking That’s the only drink she remembers Like a TV with bad reception She only remembers part of the show But she understands enough Fuzzy Pulling her best friend off a guy Fuzzy Walking past the Rec Center He was holding her as she walked Fuzzy Until a room she doesn’t know A body on top of her Lips ferociously pressed against her There is barely room to breathe And no room to talk Fuzzy And she is being held up again Somehow she’s back in her room Her clothes are suddenly off “Stop” she yells But it’s only in her head The next thing she remembers isn’t pleasant He’s on top of her and angry he can’t finish He gets off and finishes himself She is relieved it is over But he grabs her head and pushes it down “Lick me clean,” he says with a smile A smile she will never want to remember A smile she will never forget She wakes up the next morning Maybe it was all a bad dream But there is a taste in her mouth And a throbbing between her legs They tell her the truth There’s a body next to her stirring It’s time for me to go home it says She walks it downstairs Still refusing to believe it’s real But by the time she’s back to her room There is a waterfall down her cheeks The blame is on her She knew better Better than to take a drink from a stranger Better than to trust a man She knew better It’s as much her fault as his Forgiveness will never be deserved for her It has already been given to him He didn’t know better He was never taught the things she was taught It really was more her fault than his

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Date: 9/27/2015 9:15:00 PM
Ane, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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Date: 9/27/2015 1:37:00 PM
- Hey Ane :) - Welcome with your first poem here on P- Soup - Hope your stay will give you much pleasure - I've been here since 11/26/2011 ....... it is a pleasure to share poems and read what others write - I wish you good luck :) - Nice to "meet" you :) - // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 9/24/2015 11:34:00 AM
Hi Ane, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT
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