Her

Her

A Poem by Brittany Bostic

You want her,
You love her,
I watch as you touch her,

I want you,
I need you,
But I will concede you,

If you want her,
and if you love her,
Than I guess…
I should let you have her.

© 2016 Brittany Bostic


Author's Note

Brittany Bostic
Sorry I haven't been on in a while. I am very close to having my printed, bound and completed first copy of my first published book. I couldn't be more excited.

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I hate being in love with someone who's not in love with me.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Brittany Bostic

7 Years Ago

An understandable feeling. Thank you for the comment.
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I like the simplicty of this work and the soul baring honesty. Well done. An enjoyable read.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Brittany Bostic

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your review
Very nice! The act of love is the ability to give freedom to the "object" of your desires. Maturity is still not the absence of pain however...
Well done and congrats on the book.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Brittany Bostic

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your review and the congratulations.
congrats on your first book, that is always really exciting.

yes, on this poem too....get out while the getting out is good, and with some pride...

if that person wants someone else, fighting for him or her does no good...better to find someone who really wants Us....

are you getting buried in snow?

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Brittany Bostic

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your review. And yes I am, it is quite the blizzard in Maryland right now :)
jacob erin-cilberto

8 Years Ago

stay safe.

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Added on January 22, 2016
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To write is to live and feel passion seething through your veins that somehow shows up in words on paper. I love words and the strange way that they use themselves to portray everything we have in.. more..

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