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 Tags: poem, poetry, free verse, verse, poet 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..Writing
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