maybe i am the bad one. maybe i am the one who hurts the way i fear being hurt. and i think the worst part is that i lure people in with my supposed sweetness and niceties and cute funny things. and then i am mean preemptively because i am so fearful of getting hurt so i hurt first. i push away and for some reason i have reasoned this because i think maybe the ones who get past my hard pushing are the ones that are good for me. but maybe i should just be easier on people.
you pulled my hair just a little too much and it hurt
but i liked it because they were your fingers tangled there.
your blue ocean poured over me and when
you made that face dancing it reminded me
of people and person and past and fun
it made me think never let go.
but everyone has to let go sometime.
hands do not last forever.
skin falls away
and bones disintegrate
and smiles fade into bed sheets
while sleeping.
will you just stay for a little while longer?
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