Hymen me.

In English, let's say we miss the bunk bed travesty, though I put the basement ordeal out of my mind when I think of your body and mine, started to collide until I chickened out. My fault, I digress, but I was nervous and you grew since the last time we fucked, so I was bleeding. I never wished for blue balls to occur and now you say it never happened, but boy your memory of our sexual encounters are imprecise and always implicating that I was the instigator. Liar. When we speak, the everlasting bump on my head itches and I shiver to imagine your ceiling fan if it had been on full speed when it gracefully knocked my guts all over the top bunk's sheets. sorry for that, but your boxers stayed clean and so did I, because of Patrick and his eighth grade sense of humor. I'm still holding that grudge because The womanhood i possessed faded and you barely got to climax. No fair.

The grass is a light mauve where I stand, and you're on my front porch again, skateboard in hand, giving me hugs and telling me it's alright. We never would've lasted since the sex was all we knew, and when two people lose their virginity's to each other, I think a lesbian is born somewhere in the U.S.

I'm proud to have been with you, the fox of the hunt. But I loved my spot with Paul and now it's all been lost. If I cling to your majesty, parties, and jokes, please don't shrug me off because the thing about our relationship---it never seems to truly be over. You never really left, even when I kicked you out, swore at you, hit you, and hated you. We came together again and you saved me, Jacob Crisco, once in Lee Middle and now at Edgewater, I'm forever in your debt.
On the third hand, there's a horny vampire in a book I'm reading, reminding her to invade my dreams, and a rifle routine has learned to relax me while we can eavesdrop of Bishop Moore's excuse for a halftime show. I stick my hand down my throat while Mujeur tells me to cut it out. I am ashamed but glad I did it because Mrs Kane and mom talked but I refuse to return to hell now that I've gotten out.

I'm going to graduate from here with Rho Kappa chords on my neck and a diploma in my hand, stamped with stamps i cant imagine and walking away to a future of passion because I'm going to make something of myself, and I'll lie in my pasture every night, where the grass is just green and the weeds are just right.