I don't make the first move.
But I wanted her.
I wanted her in a way that I can't explain.
Like I wanted our souls tied.
Forever.
It was early in the morning.
We lay, talking.
She wants more, but I'm not ready for that.
I refuse to be used.
I can't.
I'd been before.
But they never asked.
Well one did, but I wasn't really attracted to him.
But I could still feel their hands when She touched me.
I tell her I'm not ready.
She's perfect. She'd never force anything.
So I asked, I blurted, I didn't think at all.
October 3rd, 1:48 am.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
and she said yes.
...
She says a lot of things.
YOU ARE READING
Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy