Sober

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Jonathan
The girl
With strawberry curls
Put her lips on my neck
Gliding her fingertips
Under my shirt
Breathing hard
In my ear
I could smell
The spearmint gum
I took another swig
Of the clear bottle
It burned
And it felt
So good
The chair squeaked
Under me
I shoved strawberry
Curls
Off my lap
She looked shock
"I'm gonna take a walk"
I said
Swaying
To the side
Slightly
I walked out the door
Keeping balance
As best I could
Sniffling
And tears
Could be heard
From my mothers room
Well at least
I won't run into her
I slammed the door
And walked
Along the street
I stared at the sidewalk
As I flew across the ground
I could feel myself
So high
In the sky
But I was falling
I deserved to fall
Mr handy man
Needs to be fixed
That's when
I felt my shoulder
Meet with a force
That knocked the breath out of me
Hazel eyes
Engulfed mine
And I sighed
With relief
I finally get to see
Her
Feel her
She wants to save
Me
From drowning
I don't know what I said
I just wanted to scream
"I'm in love with you"
Why can't you see
I said something
I couldn't hear it in my head
I wanted her to stop it
I finally heard what I said
"Stop it"
She glanced and shivered
As if in a trance
"No Jonathan you don't
Get to do that
Drag me through the mud
And when I find
Someone who wants me
You want to tell me lies
Look at you your drunk"
I shrugged
"I didn't drag you through the mud
That was Nick I saw the bruises Annabella"
She glared at me
Then rubbed her arm
I took a step closer
Touching her cheek
With my fingertips
Slowly
She was so soft
She leaned into my touch
As if that was enough
"Your beautiful"
I felt sober
I was aware
Of my deeds
And my needs
I needed her
I wanted her
For no reason at all
Other then a feeling
For I know nothing about her
Accept she fulfills
An unknown space
In between
I leaned in
Hoping to feel her lips
I closed my eyes
And waited
For a glorious
Kiss
From her plump pink
Lips

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