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Why are you so protective of me
Why do you have to make sure I'm okay all the time
Why do you hug me like you do
Why did you hold my hand that time
I was fine just holding onto your arm
Why did you send me a heart that time
Why do you always try prank me
Why do you always look at me
Why did you let me sleep on your chest that time
Why did you play with my hair and hold onto me tight while we were sleeping
Why do you care so much for me
Why do you do all of this
Then say you don't feel the same to people
But then your best friends want us to be together
Same with your sister
I'm so confused
Do you love me or not
Because all your doing
Is leaving me here
Alone
Feeling confused
Hurt
When you said you could never hurt me
You are right now
I'm sorry
For feeling like this
I'm sorry for having a loving heart
I'm sorry
I'm sorry you're so easy to love
I'm sorry you're so easy to fall for
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry for falling for you
I'm so sorry for wanting you how you don't want me
I'm sorry
Bom Bom
Bom Bom
Bom Bom
Do you hear that?

That's the sound of my heart beating.

Bom Bom
Bom Bom
Bom Bom
Do you hear that?
That's the sound of your heart beating.

It was first day of October. I was wearing my blue sweater,
You know the one I bought at Dillard's? The one with a
double-knitted hem and holes in the ends of the sleeves
that I could poke my thumbs through
when it was cold but I didn't feel like wearing gloves?
It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look
like reflections of the stars on the ocean.
You promised to love me forever that night. . .
and boy
did you
ever.

It was the first day of December this time. I was wearing
my blue sweater, you know the one I bought at Dillard's?
The one with a double-knitted hem and holes in the ends of the sleeves that I could poke my thumbs through when it was cold I
didn't feel like wearing gloves?
It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like
reflections of the stars on the ocean.
I told you I was three weeks late.
You told me it was fate.
You promised to love me forever that night. . .
and boy
did you
ever!

It was the first day of May. I was wearing my blue sweater,
although this time the double-stitched hem was worn
and the strength of each thread tested as they were pulled
tight against my growing belly. You know one.
The same one I bought at Dillard's?
The one with holes in the ends of the sleeves that I
could poke my thumbs through when it was cold but
I didn't feel like wearing gloves?
It was the same sweater you said made my eyes look like
reflections of the stars on the ocean.

The SAME sweater you RIPPED off my body
as you shoved me to the floor,
calling me a *****,
telling me
you didn't love me
anymore.

Bom Bom
Bom Bom
Bom Bom
Do you hear that? That's the sound of my heart beating.

Bom Bom
Bom Bom
Bom Bom
Do you hear that? That's the sound of your heart beating.



Do you hear that? Of course you don't.
That's the silence of my womb because you
RIPPED OFF MY SWEATER.
A beautiful poem from the book I slammed by Colleen Hoover. god, it was achingly beautiful.
Anger is nothing but terrible.
                    It quickly burns bridges to other people.
                                                           and it sets you on fire.

*Leaving you alone in eternal pain.
The moment when someone notices,
                               and they hold you so tight,

*You have no choice but to let everything out.
Something I need.
I said I was okay,
                and another person was deceived.
Her soft spots were really soft
Yet that discovery made me hard
I faintly touched them ,she hopped
And seemingly in pleasure she sighed
She gazed skyward to the stars in prayer
As I kissed her neck in a fashion so rare
Initially there was no having a taste,she'd refused
But not after my magical touch had her diffused
Under the warm moon as I kissed out her yearning
She died of the passion she was learning
Sapped her control and she was losing it
Her hazel eyes glowed like embers freshly lit
Under the gorgeous little Jack fruit tree
While she begged me in whispers to set her free
Free like when her lustrous monster wasn't active
Then I realized I was a chain holding her captive
Every stroke made her **** for it felt like lightning or fire
She wasn't given lectures on how to surf the waves of desire
Despair in her eyes said she needed to be freed from the prison
Thus I slowly untied the chains of my lust but it felt like treason
To me,but I couldn't go on devouring without her ease on
She didn't deserve being butchered and eaten in a tree zone
So I just rubbed her slowly as she regained her equilibrium
Kept my whip tightly locked like it were dangerous uranium
She apologized for spoiling the all spicy night
I could tell that all had changed to regret from fright
When a gentleman let it easily walk away
But I was sure her dear goat would of course
Be devoured treasure it though she may
She couldn't keep it forever, but she could delay the loss
Virginity in my Country is nicknamed "Goat"
And sorry if you hate this kind of poetry, I like all poetry :o
To my future love,
I have been broken more than once & torn to shreds on my road to you..
Because of this, my heart has been forced to rebuild itself & learn to love anew..
And though I’ve seen the darkest nights I could ever imagine,
That they'd  lead me to your arms &  to a light I cannot fathom..
So to my future love, I vow to give u everything that I have,
jus promise me that if I slip up & make a mistake, u won't do like the others & begin to pack your bags....
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