Maybe it’s because I wasn’t the first
Maybe it’s because I wasn’t committed enough
Maybe it’s because in the grand scheme of things it didn’t seem so serious
Just one night
Doesn’t seem so bad
Just one night
Doesn’t change someone’s life
If there was a permanent reminded
Some open wounds, some scars, some physical after effects
It wouldn’t be treated as normal
But no
We went home
And life went on as always
The only difference being
That I slept
And I slept
And I slept
Poetry Woe is Me 