I AM THAT MOUSE

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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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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 7, 2010


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