He wasn't anything
she wanted in a man.
She found his mouth confusing
and the pierce of his gaze
unsettled her
and made her skin feel small.
He asked too many questions
with the brandish of his hips
and his tongue broke promise
with the stories mother told
about good girls and heaven.
She did not like the way
his eyes counted the buttons
on her shirt like angels
or the rude words
that raked against her dreams
and made perfect sense
or how the way he said her name
under his breath
made that place between her hips
go rough like August....
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Shamelessly proud mother of =Mr-Ie
"There are two tragedies in life.
One is not to get your hearts desire.
The other is to get it."
George Bernard Shaw
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The cold sensation of steel, upon my skin sends a shiver down my spine.
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hell girl I wouldn't keep offering to spend the rest of my life with you if I didn't value you a lot.
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Smite those who wrong you and strike with a blade of vengence!
under his breath
made that place between her hips
go rough like August...."
I envy the strength of this poem.
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What if there were no hypothetical questions?
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Mythology is psychology misread as biography.-Joseph Campbell
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I think I just got a vision of James Dean...
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~Shelley
What lies behind us
And what lies before us
Are small matters compared to
what lies within us
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
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