Guts

I spilled my gutz on the floor

And you just lingered by the door

As the seconds passed, i felt like

More and more

Of a monster,

Of a scary thing to harbor from

I was 7 when my parents moved to separate beds

And i was 17 when i realized beds

Are not sacred, they're just places

To sleep and give head

My friend says she fears that she's no longer pure

And whether that's true, i cannot say for sure

But i wish i could take her and shake her and say

"You will always be nothing but magic to me"