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May 2012
I'm not the girl that needs to be
taken care of, or treated like
a ******* porcelain doll.
I'm bruised and tattered, and
so are you. It's no secret.
Why should we pretend?

Someone needs to be real with me
and not say what I want to hear.
Tell me the hard ****, and show me
the world of how you really think
inside that ****** up head of yours.

I hate cliche, so don't be like that.
Don't butter me up with compliments.
They make me uncomfortable. And
that way, I won't feel so **** lost when they stop
flowing out of your mouth because you're bored of courting.

Let me be your friend first, I don't want to be
put on a pedestal, like I'm some piece of art to admire.
There is no need for the attention, it's degrading, in fact.

Tease me, and make me laugh. Don't be so
**** serious. I hate it. This isn't a drill camp.
Don't be afraid to play rough with me, I'm
a big girl. I can handle myself. So just... don't
think about it. Okay? Lets just go run around
and have some fun. I don't need you to be
serious.

Don't get me wrong though, sometimes                                                                                                                              
it would be nice if you held my hand. Or                                                                                                                          
let me play with your hair, and                                                                                                                                            
scratch your back.                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                                But hey.
                                                            ­                                                                 ­  I don't require your full commitment.
                                                     ­                                                                 ­                          In fact, I don't even want it.
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                           Lets go **** **** up.
Written by
Cece  F
(F)   
574
   Dylan Anthony
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