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Allissa Clifton Feb 2019
Feminine has become a intimate word to me
Something to hide in the ***** drawer locked in the floorboards
Too intimate and innocent  to show to the the worlds
The first chance they get they drop your drawers and say well why would you go and do that? And demand you do; you try to say you won’t.

Why so sensitive?

They want those white ******* so much they crave them
search
       for
            them
                      in the dark
                                      
But mock them in the  daytime
to be sensitive was to be gullible
So why Walt’s in those white petals when the world wears ***** boots
How do you shed those pants for linen loons
The world has shown how it degrades the “dumb blonde” and her worth
To be feminine to be intimate to be innocent to be sensitive to be gullible to be worthless
Growing up I had a hard time time being intimate with other people, I don’t mean the ****** way I mean the feelings that you have the closeness to the other person and the nakedness you have to show your true self. Somehow this got connected to being attached to all the reacurrinng word in this poem. This is also shown in the first couple of words how the a after become isn’t an right before the vowel in intimate, showing the closeness to each vowel and how this is seen as wrong in this sentence.
Allissa Clifton Feb 2019
PPP
I fall in love with possibilities, probabilities,  and potential
You’re reality and the reasons to love scare me into a sleep
Dreaming of all the possibilities it could go wrong
I fall in love with them too
PPP by Kevin Roland  is a song I love to listen to when everything becomes too overwhelming, it has a certain vibe that makes all the wrong possibilities seem not so enormous. Also I have a really big thing about seeing the potential in people whether good or bad and bacing stuff off of that instead of what is before me.
Allissa Clifton Feb 2019
Social media is modern day reality tv where we all try to do our comedy sketches when prompted
What was I saying again?
Director line
And here’s the punchline it’s the same one everytime
So put on your best fit
And your best smiles
Because this is Aya and welcome back to my Facebook live
Super star by lupe fiasco seemed really fitting for this title
Allissa Clifton Feb 2019
I wanna crawl into my sadness like my favorite blanket
I keep looking for the soft the familiarity
The need to stay in bed too late and for tears to well in my eyes
Dripping
Where did that hoody go? The one that kept me up late, my favorite one to run in
Run from people
Run from myself
Run from it all
I was a triathlon champion
Sleep all day, run all night, and cry till the stars wept with me
It sounds all so grandiose when you say it like that...
but I was really just a sad girl who couldn’t bare to deal with the reality around her
Allissa Clifton Feb 2019
Does saying the words I love you repeatedly wash the words meaning away?
Maybe... or maybe not.
We took every feeling every view every connotation
And combined them
I adore you
I cherish you
I want you
I need you
You’re magnificent
You’re magical
And tantalizing
My fingertips spark with the tingling sensation of your touch

     All              Combined
 In             to
 I love you
Does this mean this word holds more weight than any of them? So strong no matter how many times spoken it carries the passion needed to explain? Or is it the simplicity and washing down already?
All I know is when I say it I mean it
Through sleepy yawns
And grumbled murmurs  
Through smiling teeth
And puckered lips
I mean it every time

I am enamored by you
I appreciate you
I am devoted to you
I yearn for you
I           L     o   v   e        Y   o   u

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