Stories we Tell Ourselves

She loves

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Her laughter, it disturbs
High pitched, creepy
Smacks of vice and lust
First impressions…

But when the heart stills
Listens, unclouded
There is pain in the laughing
Tears waiting to be shed.

She loves.

She loves, this feeling, she cannot understand
She loves his gaze, his way with words
His way with her, how comely, is his smile.

Oh, she loves!

How her heart quickens, at his sighting
Her mind fuzzy, his face comely
She builds castles, at his voice
She loves, that which shouldn’t be loved.

She knows she is to be broken
Mind and heart, body and spirit
Tomorrow, her life blues
But today, she loves
Safe and warm.




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