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by Violet
let me tell you about the time
he passed a cigarette and accidentally burnt my skin
but instead of saying sorry he laughed
at my clumsiness and
told me to be more careful next time
let me tell you about the time
he made me coffee and never asked if i took milk or sugar
and I drank it black with a grimace
too grateful to complain
but I knew he noticed anyway
let me tell you about the time
when I leaned in then regretted my sin
because he was still too far to kiss
but it was too late to leave with nothing
so i hugged him awkwardly
let me tell you about the time
i caught him staring at the scar on my leg
but never stopped to ask me what happened
I suppose he simply didn’t care
maybe that’s the worst injury
Love the way you write! Actually, you don’t just write… you describe things with feelings and the interpretation from one point of view. Just Wow. X NK
I’m not a woman, so I cannot relate to most of your posts. But I very much enjoy reading what you have to say. It’s so deep and moving. To be able to almost experience the pain of loss through the eyes of the opposite gender is unbelievable. I can’t relate to the situations but I can relate to the loss, to the feeling of helplessness or loneliness. You are absolutely wonderful at expressing your feelings through stories or poems. I envy you.
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This reminded me of a boyfriend when I was about 18 who called me Georgie Porgie and insisted it was just an affectionate nickname!
wow. love this so much!