i desperately hoped that i could relate a song to him
so when i listened to the song, i would think of him.
luckily i chose a song that i listen to religiously
a song by an artist i would give up my life for.
every time i listen to it now
i think of not him
but instead the fact that i wanted to think of him.
because no white boy would ever look in the direction of a brown girl
obviously.
so the rare moment that i had his attention,
i knew
we were soulmates.
soulmates that nonstop spoke to each other in such eloquent poetry,
so eloquent that nothing each of us said could be understood by the other.
we were meant to be
shattering each other’s glass hearts
because we saw right past each other
but reached out our hands the moment a connection was possible.
i reached for the validation,
he reached for someone he could go inside.
our hands got tangled in that hope i once kindled.
but so what.
i listen to the song every day.
i think about wanting someone
who thought about ripping away my purity.
it’s so nice to know
he thought about me.
i hope he still does.
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Author:
lovebrigita (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2022 00:07
- Comment from author about the poem: we still are in contact, just not as much.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Eloquent writing, kind of sad. Thank you for sharing….
thank you for reading!
well written, but
I'm not sure
there's way too many
light skinned or mixed race kids
around
for anyone to assume, different ethnicities
can't be attracted to each other..
lol
plus, you never know
it's never too late, until
its late, late...
lol
just trying to put a positivise spin on things
sorry if I come across as insensitive..
(a great read, thanks for sharing)
sometimes it's just frustrating with European beauty standards to exist as anything but white and skinny. thank you for reading!
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