Plastic Girl

Pious in nature

glaring down

eyes piercing

mouth downward turning

you stare at me

making me feel

making me tremble

with your disgust.

I want to be me

you want me to be right

to be good

to be what you want me to be.

Never once did you look to see

never once did you llisten

never once did you heed my words

instead

turning me into a plastic doll

one who could be posed

ordered

taught to be like you.

With rectitude

espousing all that is good

you crushed me beneath your heel.

I finally decided

enough is enough

I can no longer be

this doll of yours

I need to be me.

Aug. 27/18

Photo by Esteban Lopez on Unsplash

Miss You

I miss you

miss your arms around me

miss the smile you give me

when what I say

it makes sense to you.

You listen to me

listen like no one has ever done

making me wonder

who you are

what your game is with me.

Why do you reach out?

Why do you make me feel?

I was content for it to be playful

no emotions

no feelings.

You changed the game

or was it me?

And now we look at one another

eyes hooded with lust

with desire

with trust.

All I want to do

is crawl into your arms

to have you stare into my eyes

I want to wrap my legs around

draw you close

baby please draw me near.

We are scared

we are daring

we want one another

what we don’t want

is the pain

the fear

that we carry in our hearts.

Aug. 22/18

Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen on Unsplash