Saying goodbye to one night stands and no self confidence.

The Piano Man:

I watched you serenade me with sweet melody. I felt the vibrations run up into my spine. As you moved your fingers up and down on the black and white piano keys. Oh, how they fit so perfectly together. Every key had its own purpose, its own sound. Just, like us. You played me just the same as you did with your piano. Starting off slow hitting every key just the right way to play a few simple notes. Then you went faster, hitting every note a little harder. Man, you knew how to play. Who could say no to that sound. That melody attached to my soul like a hopeless romantic. I am fucking hopeless romantic.

Big Strong Man:

I thought I was strong enough. Strong enough to fight back, physically and mentally. But, I wanted it. I thought I wanted it. The look in your eyes made me think you would never want to harm me but still the brief conversation over dinner wasn’t enough for me to exactly know you. You knew I was easy, you knew I’d fall for the nice words thrown at me. It was rough. Your hands, your eyes, your body on me.... Hands gripped around my neck trying to be kinky. Thinking I liked not breathing. Grasping for air but not caring enough to say stop it. Crying was what I wanted to do but I let you finish instead. Why not? Right? Not really seeing me but just feeling me.

The Perfectionist:

Hold my breath to show my bones. Straighten my hair because you like it better that way. Slather on makeup to hide my imperfections. Wear tight clothes to show my figure. Be sexy but not too sexy. Smile, don’t show my tears and defeat. Am I Perfect yet babe? Do you like me now?