Gentle
Instead of giving me a necklace
Made up of his hands
We sit in his Grand Cherokee
And listen to our favorite bands
Instead of holding my leash, I mean my wrist
And dragging me around
He doodles on my body with his fingertips
Without making a sound
Instead of choosing Counter Strike
over my voice on the phone
He listens to me talk for hours
And asks about my birthstone
This poem is about:
Me
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