Did my surprise disappoint you?
Did you expect me with less clothes?
Is that what you think of me?
Is that the me that you chose?
I just wanted a friend.
A shoulder, not another heart.
I barely recognize my own.
So to understand it, I tore it apart.
That night you said 7,
So at 7:05 you came.
Waiting for me to call out for you,
but if I had you'd've called me
the wrong name.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
