"You look good with your hair like that,"
A compliment to keep my esteem from falling.
A smile to convince me it's the truth.
"I like those pants too . . . damn, you're just all sorts of looking god today aren't you?"
Another one.
Another smile.
"I going to come down and torture you anyways now though,"
A warning for me to run
I never do
A warning for me to hide
I never do
You'd only enjoy finding me
Pinned down and helpless
It's one tickle attack after another
A smirk on your lips
A squeel escaping from mine.
"I should smack you . . . if I ever hear her name again, I'm going to take one of the wooden sticks that used to be on the chairs and beat you with it. Everytime you speak her name or go near her, I will beat you until you bleed,"
I can see the seriousness in your eyes
Only a fool would think you wouldn't do it
Overly protective
You're the only one allowed to hurt me.
"She just doesn't understand . . . I'll make your sister move upstairs so you can have the whole basement. I'll get you locks for both doors, and no one will be able to come in while you're gone,"
Fingers through my hair
A shoulder to cry on
Comforting words
Loving promises
You bring me back to sanity after each episode.
What would I do without you?
YOU ARE READING
Jasmin Lyle Smith
PoetryWhatever I feel and think. Mostly in the form of crappy poems. Experiences I've been through, recollections of encounters, and my deepest emotions.
