They said:
"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything, at all." And yet, I only ever had nice things to say (so I thought) and you wanted silence. I can't help but recognize the best in everybody. Under the impression that everyone wanted affirmation of achievements - No matter how small. Evidenced by lack of ego, it seemed necessary to remind you (whenever possible) just how much you can do; have done. How can I resist when your hair falls madly on your shoulders? Or when the sun illuminates the freckles in your eyes? Skin on skin on sand on skin: No doubt left in my mind that as it rained through the waves, I was in the presence of something; of you. Though your smile could sink ships, you lamented the look of your thighs that day: Only stupid thing I've ever heard you say. Someone told me after: "I expected nothing less from her." Effortless. As usual. You are still so unaware of the qualities you possess - You can not accept a simple compliment. Brush it off. I like the way you speak. I like your hair. I like you. Shit.
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