screwed

I thought
life had beauty
things to hand you
so much
to give
everyone pleased
happy to live
with faces of
those who
say they cared
pop up from time
to time
I want them gone
dead
hurt before
I want to forget
I want to remember
more
I've been under
each and every
single one
I looked them
in the eye
and now I pray until
its done
pretty excuses
avoidance and lies
beautiful secrets
torn up in my
thighs
they entice you to try
work hard
and when you do
they wait for the moment
the pleasure
the screw