I cannot fathom why I am frightened to go outside. I showed someone off for about a year and turns out they were not right for me in any capacity. It hurt a lot as I grew more. I want to be able to tell my story rather than hide it and its really hard when I fear going out of my comfort zone. I get in these slumps where I just feel down low and I don't know if that is because I am a 20 year old hormonal girl or because I just am sad. I supported them so much when they just rooted me on, and if you didn't know there is a difference. A big difference. I crafted things for him while they just read my stuff in awe saying I can keep on going - it didn't really matter because I knew I could keep going on without them. I love myself more than I could stay in that relationship.
When they rub their lips against mine its more tasteless than a cashew
the aroma they emit spikes fear in me, just enough to be up rooted from my home
Why do I fall for the scares
The ones who make my stomach churn
The ones that make my butterflies feel more fear than love
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Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
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