Penny Lane

Do you even understand the importance of safe sex? You know, a month before we broke up I was terrified because my period was late. I told my mom we were having sex because I didn't know what else to do, you were busy with midterms. We hung out after my period came and went. I told you I was scared, I didn't go into depth though. Maybe then you would've cared if you understood how scared I was, and my thoughts of what if I'm pregnant. Would this man make a good father? Would I do adoption? Would I terminate it? Maybe if you cared about my physical and mental being you wouldn't have started having sex with me even after I told you to put on a condom. You broke up me the day after. You didn't protect me, you only thought of your own temporary pleasure over something that could permanently affect my life. I was too young and naive, it was easy for you to have unsafe sex. Just get in touch with your local call girl and she'd be ready in two, no strings attach. Because, now, as you party the nights away without worry because I was a virgin and our relationship ended because of enteral objects. I lay here. Crying, because I realized how foolish I was and how much you actually did understand and just did not care.

"You move a lot, you would look good tied up"