It was always unclear
Undeniable adoration from me
With confusion and fear
I missed why you touched my knee
I didn’t understand you were interested in
You ran into me
And you wanted to follow me
The life I would have had
I would have meet lots of people
We would have traveled together
The company would have grown
Fighting might have been endless
The sex hotter than hell
Our bodies drawn
While awareness ran low
I missed that I took over your arm rest
You missed that I wanted your body
The napkins that meant you listened
Were seen as something you had
Not an item carried for me
Because I said my last boyfriend
Offered me them when I cried
It was supportive to see Starbucks napkins
You missed the times I said I loved you
Not with words but by showing up
By arguing with you
Even trying to reason with you
I missed your fear of rejection
When you didn’t answer the call
After the clarification happened too late
And before you moved away
I touched you knee
Nothings changed for me
You said looked shocked
Plainly and simply I didn't know
Anything
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Lisa Pulliam
I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.
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GRANDMA NELSON
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
By Susan Paytona day ago in Fiction
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