OpheliaMore Like This
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Bad HabitsS.More Like This
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fallen in the crook of her pink lips.
She always hides her mouth,
as if she’s afraid to speak.
She never faces you completely,
like you’re not worth her full attention.
Averting her cold gaze, she walks with a haughty, empty stride.
Even when her striking blue eyes are pointed at you, her chin is always tilted up and shoulder
2p!CanadaxReader: Young Love“Matt, this is ___________. ___________ why don’t you get to know Matt here?” the Kindergarten teacher said with a smile.More Like This
You regarded the new student. He was about your height, but that would soon change, his had long blonde hair that reminded you of a princess in a story book. However this boy was far from a princess. He stood confidently with a frown on his face.
“I’m ___________,” you said taking his hand, “want to play?”
“Not with a stupid girl,” Matt sneered.
Angrily you snapped, “You’re mean.”
“And you’re a girl.”
You grabbed him by the collar and slugged him in the nose. In return he punched you in the eye.
After about five minute of punches the teacher separated the two of you and put you in the corner. “You hit hard,” Matt complained, washcloth on his nose.
Glaring at him with your one good eye you sniffed a bit.
“Want to be my girl?” he asked.
I loved a girl.i loved a girl.More Like This
i loved a girl with a love
for cummings & sandburg
i loved an unflinching
poet of a girl.
& with no better diction:
they called the shaking fists
at her sides, her silent act
of pacifism, cowardice.
i’m the coward;
she bled for the both of us.