Pinkie Promise

The sticky summer heat lingered on my skin, Much like your hand on my leg. As my feet swung back and forth, I tried Not to look at you. My twin size bed couldn't fit the both of us, yet You sat. I thought I saw something in your eyes, And by saying nothing, you knew I said everything Mute words fell upon deaf ears And with a searing pain in my chest And a pinkie promise condemning me to complicity, The truth was sealed away. Like a beast, it grew in my chest Devouring my insides, With no regard or perhaps too much, Consuming me whole.