he holds me while I stifle tears. positioning me between his arms, his legs wrapped in mine, and my neck in the crook of his. call me beautiful. be beautiful. he's beautiful. my face nears his, there is no urge stronger than that of to kiss him. its something I yearn to for as I feel the electricity of his proximity peppering my skin. our lips fit together as if they were destined to meet. the waning, waxing moon, perfect completion. my skin feels hungry for the touch of a beautiful boy. I feel hungry for him. hungry for a man who has not yet hurt me. but will. he's destined to hurt me the way our lips were destined to meet. all too sudden, without warning, passionate. breathless. we were meant to meet. to teach me what young fire is. what sickening obsession and danger feels like. he's beautifully and I feel safe there in his arms. cradled between him and the wall. staring between his eyes and the sky. where he smiles when I kiss him. and i catch him looking at me like only a man in love should. but we are not in love and he is not a man. he is just a boy. and I am just a girl. a beautiful boy staring at a girl as she silently begs him to kiss her.
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sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection
Poetrya collection of poems, written in real time about the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with healing. PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD halluci...
