Fell

I was loving to the boy with calloused hands,
My natural instinct of wanting to heal the wounded,
And be a martyr for the damaged.
Like all the rest he sang pretty songs that girls like to hear,
He’d stop my breath with kisses to my neck,
Eased my thoughts with his words.
Like all girls,
I struggled not to fall for that sensation of feeling like I had to fall,
But I did.
Down the stairs,
Out the door,
And back into loneliness.