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ab Oct 2015
If there were some words
Or a poem to write
To keep your heart strong
Help you keep up your fight

It'd be these
So I try all I can
I can't really save you
But I'll take your hand

I can hold you and hug you
Or keep you nearby
I can dry up your tears
Whenever you cry

And if ever you need
Someone to lean on
I'm here for you, dear-
You're never alone.
ab Oct 2015
That was it.
He simply leaned in and asked
"Are we going to kiss or not?"
So you did
And that kiss became more.
It became
"Don't tell your friends about me"
"Don't make a sound yet-
my dad doesn't know you're here."
Hidden away as a friend
Yet you begin to wonder if he loves you.
Then you see her.
She's everything he wants
And nothing you are
Yet his fingers still recognize your curves
His lips still fit with yours
His eyes still see into your belly
Where the butterflies try to break loose
And he smiles at you.
But that smile is unfamiliar now.
It's not meant for you.
Your lips speak otherwise
Opening only for a
"Your turn"
But as he feels his way down
You can't help but remember
He'd much rather feel
Her instead.
ab Oct 2015
Pick up your pride girl.
Stop letting your mind
and your emotions take hold.
Keep your mouth shut
and sit up like you should
and don't let him touch you-
not even a kiss
and God forbid
you drop that aspirin
from between your knees.
That purity ring burns you like fire,
its silver melts in the palm of your hand.
Why would you promise
something you can't keep?
But if you're going to break a promise
break it big.
Let him use you,
ask him to steal
that ring right off your finger.
Maybe then
and only then
you'll feel like you actually meant
something at all.
That love isn't love, child
At least, it isn't love to him
but you'll go to hell anyway
or, that's what they say
so it doesn't quite matter
how it makes you feel-
apparently we all
burn in the end.
So put down your pride, girl.
Go let your mind
and emotions take hold
but still shut your mouth
and sit up like you should
yet, go- let him touch you
go give him a kiss.
Don't worry 'bout that aspirin
it's on the floor now
and your promise is broken-
you can't take it back.
So, I wish you luck
with your new name-
****.

— The End —