The Bully Reads Me His First PoemA Poem by itsnoteoin
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his eyes dart hummingbird traces around inside his head. I lick my lips, shove hands in pockets, make myself small. He is begging for an answer so quietly you almost wouldn't hear it. Nervous energy I can not stand, and now he's an electrical fire. I'm stoned. Well? he pleads, eyes focusing for a desperate moment before flirting onwards. I look at his hands. They're not unlike my own. His are slender and pale; mine, slender and somewhat tanned. It's flawless, _, I say. He starts, and then begins to grin in recognition. He does not understand how backhanded this is. Out here, he's an animal, stupid and uncomprehending. I study again his hands, wonder at how two people so similar could cause each other such pain. © 2015 itsnoteoinFeatured Review
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Added on April 29, 2015Last Updated on April 29, 2015 AuthoritsnoteoinDublin, Leinster, IrelandAboutI'm an 18 year old student currently living in Dublin, Ireland. My dream is to be an author living in Paris, France. I love poetry, jazz and hip-hop. My favourite author is Michael Chabon; my favourit.. more.. |


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