I AM THAT MOUSE
Whores And Butterflies - Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE
sitting down beside you, i reached for a shot to kill the butterflies.
your eyes fixed on my lips as my hand gripped the glass,
i was on my way to making an assof myself.
words spewed from my mouth like an endless fountain of sh it,
i admit i should have held back but life in a shell isn't me.
so i continued to talk and let you see who i am.
i never expected you to see through this intoxicated stoner,
a loner by default who's been known to assault her own.
it's a crazy kind of world when the unknown is obvious.
you kissed me, and i know you could taste my last good bye,
a guy whom i loved who was shoving me into the dark.
i listened closely to your words hoping you'd remark on him.
but you didn't, your silence was appreciated in this matter.
no chatter about my wrongs, so i no longer doubted you.
if you thought i was a whore, you wouldn't pursue me.
and now i am left wanting to say what we are not ready for.
even before the night ended, i knew i'd send you a sign.
and prayed that you wouldn't decline my flirtations.
if nothing says i love you then i will continue to remain hushed.
and blush at your sweet nothings during heated affections.
i must say, i like the direction we're headed....
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