All I ask is that you know that what I do is not for you but for me only and no one else. I have told you this time and time again but you never listen to me. When I took your reached out hand I only wanted to regain my strength, not to make you feel like you could come to me. And when I kissed your tender rose lips, I wanted to shut you up because you talk way too much and always babble shit I don't want to hear. When I told you those three words you wanted to hear I never meant them, I just wanted you to stop glaring at me with puppy brown eyes because to be honest I can't stand them one bit. I hate that smile I put on your face when you see me because your innocence is hideous and I don't wanna deal with the loss of it when the time comes because it's not something I'm used to nor do I wanna get used to it. No offence, but I'm not into you, so don't get too close because I won't hesitate to hurt you; you wouldn't be the first one.
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This Thing Called Okay
Non-FictionSelf awareness through different forms of poetry.