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    • Alyssa Piperis
      • Apr 1, 2018
      • 1 min read

    #filterlysspoetry: "resist me."

    i woke up

    with the faint taste

    of whiskey

    on my breath,

    my sheets and blanket

    wrapped around me

    like the air of excitement

    i felt.

    you know when you

    get into bed at

    the end of the night

    after making

    an unexpected connection

    that gives you that

    “this could be something” feeling,

    and as you wake up

    the next morning,

    a little groggy,

    before your conscious self

    has even pieced together

    the events from

    the night before,

    you feel an excitement

    that you can’t place?

    that’s what i felt.

    i slowly

    started to remember

    your eyes,

    how our hands kept

    finding their ways

    to each other

    under the bar top

    as we talked to

    friends and strangers,

    that you looked me

    right in my eyes

    and told me i’m

    “a unicorn.”

    “beautiful.”

    “trouble.”

    “hard to resist.”

    “so, don’t,”

    i countered,

    in a way that was

    50 percent dominating

    and 50 perfect innocent.

    don’t resist.

    i wanted to kiss you

    in that semi-crowded dive bar

    and wake up alone

    in my own bed

    with the faint taste

    of whiskey on my breath

    and that “this could be something” feeling.

    and then,

    not very slowly at all,

    i remembered.

    “i have a girlfriend.”

    “you knew that, right?”

    the answer was no.

    i was 100 percent innocent

    and we were

    100 percent not happening.

    the math didn’t add up.

    “hard to resist”

    no longer sounded sexy to me.

    i was moving your hands off me

    and screaming inside.

    RESIST ME.

    RESIST ME.

    RESIST ME.

    i still don’t know

    if i was internally screaming

    at you

    or my very first boyfriend

    who probably

    called other girls “trouble”

    as he aggressively

    hit on them

    in college bars

    when i was

    across the country

    finishing up high school.

    i wonder if other girls

    told him to

    resist.

    but i know

    the responsibility

    is not on

    the other girls.

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