HA!

The movie began with a blow job.

in the front seat of a car the man was wide eyed and the girl was smiling while she removed a piece of hair from her mouth and planted a kiss on his lips.

he left her car fixing his belt, halfheartedly flicking his hand in goodbye to the leaving girl.
he joined his friend who sat on the porch with a beer in hand.

as if that happened every night.

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his father walked in on them humping the 3d image of Jason from Friday the 13th

they went to a stripper bar and he had a casual conversation with the girl dancing in his lap.

she whipped off her top. her bare chest took up the screen.

He didn't even blink.
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NO ONE DID!

A simple Scoff broke from the 17 year-old's mouth and the rest were silent.

SILENT!

I couldn't sit there, the screen was to big and my eye burned.

they were seeing something that look the same on every girl,
they might as well have seen mine or your friends little sister's.

I found my shoes and left the house,

my breath shook as i walked to the park, I waited hear your vans hit the pavement as you ran to catch up with me.

But you never came, did you?

I got your apology as i swung on my favorite swing, my hands were frozen but i still waited for you to come.

So you "looked above the screen" when her top came off.
ha, well thank you for your noble attempt to sugar coat this.

I could imagine you on that night silently checking your phone, typing that apology as the movie played on and you continued blending in.

You probably didn't bother to tell your friends who you were texting or what you were saying.
I mean, what good would that do?

whatever it takes to keep YOUR head held high, you know!?

months later you explained that you didn't want to be laughed at for walking out.

OH AND I DID?!

You would've recovered a hell of a lot faster then i ever would have!
at least they knew you!
at least they respected you in the first place!

as PATHETIC as this all seems it still hurt like hell.

if everything you say is true about how you hate when I'm in pain...
if you would've gone to the park with me,
and saw the way i looked when i had to explain to my mom what i had seen.

...and the way i cried when she was no longer looking.

I covered my mouth so the screamed cuss words wouldn't be heard
I paced my dark basement alone and my eyes streamed endlessly as i screamed to my friends who chose to understand.

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I guess this is old pain. and i should learn to let it go. i know you're sorry. and I'm sorry too.


I'll be OK. And so will you.
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