I am a Person

I am a person who has feelings.

I am more than a body to be used for your amusement.

Why can't you see me for who I am,

and not who you want me to be?


I am a person who has desires

I am not a soulless robot.

Why can't you make me feel desire for you,

and not just feel you in me?


I am a person who wants to be respected -

not treated like something to be thrown away.

Why can't you respect me

and my decision to say no?


I am a person who wants to be loved -

to be loved and cared for.

All I ask of you is this:

Why don't you treat me like a person?

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Sharing

You pause while talking

to catch your breath

and to steady your emotions.


Talking unreleases pain

and threatens to overwhelm you;

you are not sure what to do.


Between us, pain fills the silence;

logically, I understand you,

yet emotionally, not really.


Silence is our friend

that connects us now;

without it, we would be strangers.


Yet friendship comes not easily

to either you or me,

so we enjoy what we have.


Easily we talk to one another

and share our lives, our pain,

finding joy where none existed before.

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Worries

You who I love.

Why don't you talk to me?

I so miss your voice

and your sexy smile.

I worry you don't love me;

that you have dumped me.

I can't sleep;

I can't eat.

I feel so blue,

and why are you not here?

Then I see you

and your sexy smile.

At last, I hear your voice

and you explain your absence.

I believe you

and feel reassured that you still love me.

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Loving You

I didn't plan on loving you,

but I did fall in love with you.

I just started talking to you.

It was nice.

I enjoyed our chats

and your listening to me.

Your gentleness was a nice change

and you treated me so nice.

Over time that became love,

A love I had never experienced before.

It was thrilling and exciting;

it was beautiful.

Then it went beyond the emotional

and became physical.

I never knew that the physical

could feel so nice.

Our love continued,

and remained beautiful.

But one day, that fateful day,

you cut me out of your life.

I love you so much,

I gave you my body.

Now, you just ignore me,

and I am without you.

But I wonder alone,

if I am carrying a part of you.

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Differing Views

“What?! You can't be serious.”

“I am serious.”

“You'll get in trouble”

“No, I won't.”

“Yes, you will.”

“I won't get in trouble.”

“But you and your bf have unprotected sex.”

“That what we choose to do.”

“But you're going to get in trouble.”

“No, I love him.”

“But you're not being smart.”

“I'm doing the right thing.”

“You need to listen to me.”

“I appreciate your friendship.”

“I wish I could change your mind.”

“You can't.”

“I'm scared for you.”

“I'm happy for me.”

“I love you, girlfriend.”

“I love you too, girlfriend.”

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Trudging Forward

Trudging through the dark

which surrounds me.

I see nothing but black

as I continue to move forward.

I feel hopeless at times

and wonder if I should give up.

But that is not me,

so I trudge forward.

Looking for a sign

any sign of hope.

However, not appears

as I move forward.

Despair is my friend;

it calls on me to give up.

I trudge on

listening to its siren song.

No wax to plug my ears,

my mind numbs.

I trudge forward,

listening to despair call my name.

I ignore my friend,

and I smile at last.

Within my sight is a dawn;

I trudge forward to it and smile.

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Fading

I feel my love for you fading.

I don’t want it to go away.

But it is.

I wonder if we are truly compatible.

I see our differences much more than our similarities.

I am so focused on me.

But without you here, how can I focus on us?

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