Unaware

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Being confused and realizing that you want something you were raised with disgust of.

Submitted: December 21, 2006

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Why stop and think when I’m already here?

Moving my hand quickly away,

This isn’t fair.

 

She smirks at me,

Knowing I’m defeated,

Loving this fucked up plane of existence.

She knows that I’m not quite sure,

And takes my hand in hers.

 

The softest thing I’ve touched,

Is what I never wanted.

But now I’m here,

With all of my contradictions

And yearnings.

 

She swears it’ll be okay,

As she closes her eyes

And places her lips on mine.

 

And now I’m lost,

My decisions all become fogged,

As I realize that,

I want her too.


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