“Darling you are one of a kind, I would never hurt you” He says I am unique like a blade of grass
“You’re unique like a blade of grass, although from the same source they each grow so differently.” He smiles while he says it too, almost like he did me a favor by saying it. I felt flustered the first time around, but not anymore – it has grown old like the tread of a bike tire. They all tend to do the bare minimum, but I jump like a bunny on steroids.
Their hands will cross the lower of my back as if its needed to hold me upright, but I do not need them – I can survive this world on my own without their sayings and mottos that they intend for me to learn, live and breathe by.
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Him
He fed me rum and played twister with my hair, perked me up and made me stare. When I saw him I noticed his perfectly voluminous hair. When he watched me lick his fingers all I could feel was dispair fleeting away from me like migrating monarchs towards southwest Mexico – although I don’t know if this will last all I can ask is if he fills me up with feelings I never knew I needed until he leaves me like the leaves that dare to change colors when the seasons erase into thin air. Don’t you dare ask me to feel you up on the stairs, don’t you dare talk to me like your mother when she was in her death chair just make it last till I dare to stare at your almost perfect hair.
By Aubrie Belle 3 years ago in Poets
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