A Complete Sentence
“Boy.”“Boy.”
“Chile.”
“Chiiilee…”
“Girl.”
“Girl.”
“Please.”
“Two seats please.”
“How was the movie?”
“Did you enjoy your time at the Cat Chat Cafe?!”
“I’m finna beat yo ass!”
“You bedda not!”
Silence.
An annoyed face.
An exasperated breath.
These are complete sentences.
A complete sentence has a beginning, middle, and end.
An opener and a closer.
Oftentimes, all at once.
They end with an explanation mark, a question mark, and a period.
"No!"
"No?"
"No."
That is a complete sentence.
So why do you forget what a complete sentence is when it comes to me?
No when you ask.
No when you beg.
No when you take.
No when you press your lips to my neck.
No when you squeeze my tit.
No when you force your hand down my shorts and between my thighs.
No.
Your complete sentence: “I'm just trying to help you relax!”
My complete sentence: “I'm tired, I just got off work.”
Your complete sentence: “This will help you sleep!”
My complete sentence: “I'm dirty. I was pushing it all day today.”
Your complete sentence: “Then take a shower. We can go together.”
My complete sentence: “Okay.”
In the shower my complete sentence is “No.”
But still, I feel you press against my body with your hands, your lips, your stupid fucking dick.
The whole time I'm thinking:
“This has to be the end. I need to end this sentence.”
And then you look at me.The most pathetic, stupid, and hopeful look I've ever seen and I break.
Your complete sentence.
I can't, once again, end this sentence.
You remind me of me: sad, alone, a coward, a dumbass.
Your complete sentence: “I love you.”
My complete sentence: “I know.”