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Hey*  you
That’s all that needs to be said as his hand explores my face
As he climbs into my bed
And whispers all my worries in comforting kiss
Kills my heartache in the simplest kinds of bliss
He lent me persistence in physical presence
And provided sanity soft as his lips
Dripping with sincerity echoing
In all the silence preceding and fallowing
His simple statement,
Hey  you
Colliding with my emotional dissonance
His caring limitless intentions
Scandalous and seaming compellingly  guiltless
Pulling me close and killing the lonely
So much, he shows me in utter darkness
And he says so much in such simple utterance.
Am I Defined By A Grade Circled In Red,
Or Am I Defined By The Teacher Which Gave It?

Am I Defined By The Rumors Which Cling To My Name,
Or Am I Defined By My Peers Who Spread Them?

Am I Defined By The Words Of Corrupted Beings,
Or The Feelings In Which They Half-Heartedly Dwell?

I Want To Define Myself--Someday Soon,
I Don't Want To Be The Girl Who,

Said This,
Wore This,
Did This

I Don't Want To Be The Girl Who,

Liked Him,
Then Loved  Him,
Then She Was The One Who Lost

I Don't Want To Be The Girl,

So Many People Say I Am,

I Want To Be

*Sydney
Just Recapping In My Mind--- Step 2 Towards Forgiveness:)

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