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I’ll be that bad bitch on a motorcycle
Clad in leather
Heart of black
Protected from your
Big man fingers
Climbing up my back
Grasping my neck
Until I cannot breathe.
I’ll be out with the wind
My hair chasing behind
Telling your kind
To keep up if they can
So they never attempt to touch me
Ever
Let alone speak.
I believed in love once,
I believed in belonging.
I believed your empty promises and in your slow kisses.
But where you shattered my heart,
It is empty.
Where you ran your fingers,
It is numb.
The only thing I know now is darkness
The absence of light.
Maybe I’ll chase it down
When I rev my engine
And fly.
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About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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