What is it?
That makes you so afraid to love me.
is it my impatience
my opinionated spirit
because I am demanding?
is it my loudness
that leaves no room for
anything other than the
best?
is it my dominance
is it my independence
my bad bitch mentality?
is it the way you head flushed
the first time you tasted my lips?
Is it the fact that one look can
drive you up and out of your bed?
is it the way I've touched you
like no one else ever has?
is it because even as a fucking
mess, I still know exactly who I
am?
About the Creator
Jasmine Turner
I found myself in writing. Reading others stories, realizing I had one to tell as well. I know that writing is my peace, my safe space, the place I return to day after day to have those uncomfortable conversations with myself. Welcome.
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