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Asserting my dominance in the men’s room by properly washing my hands
sometimes I catch myself looking at him just a little bit too long. At the crinkles around his eyes or the lump in his neck and how it moves when he speaks. How his hands might look hard to everyone else but they feel soft to me.
Sometimes his eyes will meet mine and I’ll wonder, how long? How long did I give myself away for? I guess I’m not really hiding. I look at him again and I wonder if anyone else sees these things too, or if it is my curse alone. sometimes I don’t think anyone will ever love him as much as I do.
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Like clockwork, it’s that time of the year when everything starts warming up.
But instead of warmth, the blood rushing to my fingertips fills me with dread. He, who I am so familiar with. Yet while Mother Earth swells with the fire of life around me,
All I can remember is how cold it felt when you touched me.
Foolish, I may have been. To think he would give even half as much of himself to me as I to him.
However hurt this much, I could not have foretold.
every night I spend with you feels cut short when it doesn’t end in your arms