Wednesday, December 2, 2009

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I had to respond without responding.

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I never felt as much hatred for a stranger
As I did that night
When she arrogantly grabbed your face
Looked challengingly at me
And kissed you

Men and women alike
Seem mesmerized by her nonchalance
But I see that backbone
For the uncertainty it really is

Because I can be sexy
Without flaunting my sexuality
And I can feel loved
Without making people love me

So I regret that conversation
About blazers and flowers
When she rudely tried to kiss me
The first night we met

Because I see her
For the wretched person
She truly is
And I am unimpressed

1 comment:

  1. i hope this is about who i think it is about. because i feel the exact same way.

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