Cute

Secretly I am not how I act … what is this? Something so soft and fluffy, good to my touch ,and smells so sweet like memories, but not irritating ones, just so calming it is.

This is something I would love to kiss and snuggle in my touch never letting go.

It’s Something I would like to stare into the eyes of and tell "It’s going to be all right." Having its every wish fulfilled, staying be its side.

It’s something that I’d love to claim as mine oh so lovingly.

I want this - it’s so cute, so nice, makes me feel so happy inside. I know I’m smiling hard stiffing my face while getting a warm feeling shivering a little from the excitement bottling up, i’m opening my eyes wider as I look at it a little closer and my hand goes against the soft fur brushing it back and feeling it rub against my skin. I grip it softly as I look at its sweet innocent face towards mine, my grip getting tighter until the nails dig deep into the skin, drawing fun from under its skin and streaming down my arm. Oh it’s so cute! Beginning to grip and squeeze tighter than before and now I shake all over my body uncontrollably. Smelling the sweet scent of insides, then picking it up in the air hearing it's so cute voice scream in Fright, Begging to stop, and kicking terror. The fear doesn't touch me, staring into its eyes, saying “It’s all right” once again, as the salty warm crystal tears running down its cheeks to my reddened arm. Claiming this thing - it’s mine now, all mine. I'm so happy as I grip it tighter, for my heart beat rushes in its rhythm, bringing out a toy, just for It nobody else. It’s made of metal and has one sharp end - something I’m gonna give with love.Thrusting my arm, putting one fast jerk forward and the toy up against the cute little object as it receive my gift, smiling hard and bright, shaking it in my arms, my fulfilled warm excitement is out and getting weaker by the second. But the gifts giving wasn't over. Why cry so much?  Slowly slice it across the neck, gently and softly, until happiness runs all over my arms and skin … But its body was, well … sadly at the end, that cute object was no more, and it’s All dry out of Joy…..No More Fun ? … How Pathetic.

This poem is about: 
Me

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