A Different Type Of Love
: Life Was Simple :
Is there something wrong with her
Yes says your brain
Skipping scenes, that would delight other people
That awkwardness of skipping pages
Because of something to intermit, for a girl how gets nervous
Your brain exploding with unanswered questions
You are normal
You are special
Is it really better to be ether
If people will just ignore your, boundaries ether way
She told you that I am not into interested
You said okay, you respected her
But then you try to kiss her
She backway you know, she uncontrol
But she takes it as you kiss her check
Your friends praise you for making a quiet girl uncountable
The compassionate girl think you just forgot
She tells you again that she not into, intimate settings
You say I promise I will respect that
But...
Then again this kind girl lets you
Play with her as if she is a creature to be tricked
As the conversion wavers, as the talk gets worse
She told herself that, she would be fine stay
Listen to your music blare in your ears
But what happens when the thing helping you
Hold onto that silver-lined string get's cut
Unwanted talk seeps into her ears and slips into your memory.
You lie and walk away
She should not have to scream I AM ACE
she should not have to show off her colors of
black like her painted nails
Grey like the unfound anxiety twisting up in her
Like a coiled snake
White as her dirty dress from trying to move farther away to from the talk.
Purple as the sky that she loves in the night time
About the Creator
Victorian Black
I have always loved writing, even if it can be challenging sometimes but that has never stopped me. I have always wanted to be an author. Many of my books take topics people are afraid to talk about, so I put that topic in my writing.
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