Unequal
When I approach after the fact
When I am the first one to make the move
Either feels so forced
The air is awkward
But I wasn't taught the art of gentle
I was taught to roar
To fight
To take the upper hand
Even though
Here
Between his rejection and my embarassment
I wish I knew how to welcome the moment
To slide on vulnerability like that dress I wore
But I'm not sure if he noticed
Because it was paired with dominance
Keeping me from me
And me from him
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AngelP
Hello world of poetry! I utilize poetry as an escape from the stresses of my life, but more importantly because I love the way re-reading one of my written poems feels. It's like feeling what's really going on inside my cranium, the talent, the drive, the need to just spill loose thoughts. All of my poems are spontaneous bursts of thought that happen without much consensus to anything else I'm doing at the time. So enjoy and give feedback!
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