My belly,
My girly need for reaction and reassurance
that makes me fuck things up;
That stupid look I wear
when I don't want what just happened
to have happened;
Two of the nights we spent together that cling to the sides of my brain
Like alcohol coats the glass
My self-conscious fear of asserting my needs,
My experience and wisdom,
so I could frolic carefree like I
never did.
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