Suicide

Falling from a belltower
hoping to find you at the bottom
and as I hit those soft, yet unmade sheets
I wonder why you broke my fall.
Could it be that you were planning to jump?

But no, it could only be
that your crude desires got the best of you.
Although my mind knows
to pack my bags and leave,
my body feels
that it owes you a thank you.

So my clothes fall to your floor
as my body crumbles away with my morals
and I lie back onto your bed.

I watch as your hands study my body,
molesting my legs as you kiss my stomach.
Until finally we become one,
two bodies fused together.
Pumping and pulling our bodies apart,
trying to break free.

But as you're pulling for pleasure,
you can't even see
that I only wish for this was to end
and for the final bomb to finally blow,
an explosion to set me free.

You try to hold me
as that final bomb bursts.
Stroking my hair as if I were hurt.

But this isn't love
so there is no need to fake it.
You never cared and you shouldn't have to.
I just thought I deserved a "You're welcome"