I'll hate everything.
I'll hate the next boys hands
because they followed the same
path yours did on my neck.
I'll hate his whispers in my ear
because it made me shake the same way.
I'll hate his lips pressed against mine with great force
because it broke my knees like your kiss once did.
I won't let him trace my
collarbones
or clench my hips
or twirl my hair
because I won't be able to stand
the memory of how you once loved me.
I'll hate it.
I'll hate everything.
For only a while.
Maybe a bit longer.
Maybe not.
I'm not sure.
But a day will come
where his touch will become his
and your traces will become
no more than air on my skin.
I won't tremble at his touch
hurting me anymore
not for being too rough, no
but for being so gentle.
How you once were.
And one day.
I'll love everything.
t.l
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
I'll hate everything.
I'll hate the next boys hands
because they followed the same
path yours did on my neck.
I'll hate his whispers in my ear
because it made me shake the same way.
I'll hate his lips pressed against mine with great force
because it broke my knees like your kiss once did.
I won't let him trace my
collarbones
or clench my hips
or twirl my hair
because I won't be able to stand
the memory of how you once loved me.
I'll hate it.
I'll hate everything.
For only a while.
Maybe a bit longer.
Maybe not.
I'm not sure.
But a day will come
where his touch will become his
and your traces will become
no more than air on my skin.
I won't tremble at his touch
hurting me anymore
not for being too rough, no
but for being so gentle.
How you once were.
And one day.
I'll love everything.
t.l
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