Smashing Pumpkins

You kissed my stomach, my left leg, and my neck. Your eyes are half-lidded and you're asking me if I want it hard or slow. More, I want more than this. But my mind is hazy, swelling from the heat and marijuana, and I'm still the anxiety-ridden girl you knew when we first met. So, instead of splitting my chest open and spilling the wants and needs engraved onto my heart, I say both and shut my eyes. 

I gave you entry to myself and though it was supposed to mean the end of my childhood, I can't stop crying like a little girl. She only gets louder every time I let you see more of me but when you don't contact me for days on end she's silent, I think that's worse.