I am not your alcohol. You can’t drink me, bottles upon bottles and forget my name when tomorrow morning hits. I refuse to be anyone’s drunken mistake.
I am not your backseat story. I am not a racetrack and you are not Usain Bolt, don’t even think about using my body for a quickie just so you can boast to your friends that I was an easy catch.
I am not your rug, don’t expect to cover your dirty secrets under me. Do not think that you can walk all over me and stitch my mouth because my voice speaks volumes.