Boys love innocence.
They prey upon it like wolves.
Nothing consumes them except their desire.
Their fucking twisted lust
On girls who have yet to grow a voice of their own.
They don’t care.
They just want flesh.
They just want the blood rushing to their-
Never mind.
Girls don’t understand these things.
They thought they signed up for kisses on cheeks
And birthday calls at midnight.
Pretty homecoming dresses
And sweet iced excursions.
None of that crosses that boy’s mind.
He only wants to get a girl- any girl alone.
But only if she’s pretty.
You see, he has some sort of rating system.
Only she doesn’t know that.
She is too naive to see him for who he is.
He becomes increasingly more impatient
Until he breaks.
She is confused, as her gaze was clouded by adoration for him.
She wondered what could have gone wrong.
She had no idea that he thought her to be a prude.
A fucking killjoy.
Killing the mood.
Killing the only source of satisfaction.
But in this society, being a prude is just as bad as being a slut.
Where is that fucking line?
She wonders where he is now.
Did he finally get what he wanted?
Or did he get what he deserved:
Sitting alone in his room, jerking off to whatever pops up first on PornHub.
Kayla Bush is a first year creative writing and publishing/editing double major. She is involved in slam, FUSE, and LSM, among several other organizations on campus. In between cups of coffee, you can find her raving over words, stressing over her schedule, and trying to share joy with others.