Two days late you were Little bull baby Breaking your mother’s back and your sister’s heart. Thursday’s child you were With far to go in the world In search of new horizons
I used to have a locked box into which I tipped all pain but when I opened it to add it all leaked out again. So now it's filled with giggles some smiles and a laugh or two
I fell for you.... and in return you stole my senses. I lay prostrate feeling your cold hardness as you tore at my clothes and my flesh. You ruined me... And afterwards I rose unsteadily