By Life Unexpectedly on November 20, 2013
I was drunk, and yes, I called you, but it wasn't that kind of invitation.
I didn't want to be alone and asked you to stay, but it wasn't that kind of invitation.
I drank the drink you poured me, because I trusted you.
I laid down, because I felt dizzy; I wasn't able to send you home any more.
My mind was clear but I couldn't move.
I didn't want that, but I couldn't tell you.
I saw what you did, but couldn't fight back.
You stayed and loved me again in the morning, but there never was that kind of invitation.
You left, going back to your life while mine was gone.
I missed my classes this day.
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