his shoulder brushes against mine and he
feels familiar like an
old friend who i ran into
at the town parade
but he's
something crazy and beautiful
and brand fucking new
too bad i didn't get to him first
because, damn.
that smile is fucking contagious and
his voice is just low enough,
his body sculpted by erosion,
beautifully imperfect,
and i need to stop caring
before i get dropped on my head again
because right now all i am waiting for
is the pain
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
