VERNON

© Breeze Vincinz

You say it wasn't rape
Wonder what you would say
If your daughter went through the same

She meets up with her first
She has regrets about ending it back then
He was her first; she wanted more

She wondered what else was out there
She found what else was out there
She thought nothing else was out there

She had buyer’s regret
Purchasing options she didn't really need
The juices not nearly worth the squeezes

One of them died
She was haunted, not by the husband
But by the life she could have had with her first

Years go by
She finds him on social media
They meet up in Vegas

She's romanticized this moment
She's romanticized the relationship
She's hoping to get a refund on those options she bought

And in that romance, she forgot
His arrogance and egotism
Complete with his high-pitched squeaky voice

His addiction to cigarettes so bad
Plans would revolve around how many cigarettes left
And where would the next be

His addiction to liquor so bad
He blames her for the car window being up
When he tries to throw his cup of gin out of it

His addiction to being right so bad
He hushes her when she makes a point
And shames her for having an opinion

And when she puts oil on her skin after a shower
He yells that she wipes it off
He wants to taste her raw skin

And when she turns off the lights to set the mood
He yells that she turns them back on
He can't see anything

And when she asks him to come to her
He yells for her to come to him
And still in love, she does

And when he yanks her head on his crotch
He yells, "Quit squirming. You know what you came to do."
And still in love, she does

And when she puts him in her mouth, he yells
"Say you love this. You know you missed it."
And still in love, she does

And with legs in the air, he enters and yells
"Say you love this. Best you ever had."
And still in love, she does

Until it hurts, until it's uncomfortable
And it's no longer two people meeting
It's now two people crashing

She stays stop, the crashing continues
He moans, "Why did you leave me,
you don't understand how much I loved you"

She stays stop, the crushing continues
He moans, "Why did you leave me,
you let let all those men inside you"

She stays stop, the crying continues
He moans, "Why did you leave me,
why did you leave me, why did you leave me"

She screams stop, pushes him off
She wonders what happened
He wonders what happened

He tries to grab for her
She gets in a fighting stance
He's offended that she's offended

He demands they sleep in the same bed
Hurt, angry, disappointed, confused
And still in love, she does

And when she gets home to process
She calls him and mentions
"Thelma & Louise"

She recalls the line, "When a woman
is screaming like that.
She isn't having any fun."

And in his squeaky voice he says
"Sometimes they do"
He is smoking, he is drinking

And in his squeaky voice he says
"I hope you didn't think because
we both lost someone; we would find each other"

And in his squeaky voice he says
"I don't think about our breakup at all
I just said all that to get my aggression up"

Then she says that she now knows
what would have happened if they didn't break up
That they would have broken up

That they would have broken up
That they would have broken up
That they would have broken up

But he isn't listening; he's watching tv
Though he does say it couldn't be rape
He's not a rapist, and they know each other

She ends the call
And vows to never speak to him again
And still in love, she never does

Would you call that rape Vernon
Vernon Smith, my first
If your daughter went through the same