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"She" Meets "Him"

By SA_ dreamingwithmyfeetPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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One day she decided to search her love,

Love that can be with her mentally, emotionally, physically,

She was missing something from her life

but, was not able to figure out what?

She was obsessed, to find a perfect match,

Searching here & there,

Making her own list...

Tired of all the shit,

She started searching someone online,

And guess what happens next?

"She" found "him"...

Keeping the list aside,

She started talking to him,

Deep, friendly, intense chat turning into wild crazy fantasy talks,

It was so different for her,

Yet, acceptable

Ignoring her old school thoughts,

She tells herself to accept it all.

Moving forward,

She started feeling special,

It seemed "she" knows "him" for ages now,

Oh! that feeling,

She can't explain it,

Words will fall short,

She can only feel it,

Feel it, in the air.

She was just waiting to meet him.

The Day arrived,

"She" meets "Him",

He, without noticing her,

Dragged her into the movie hall,

She felt sad but followed him,

He seemed to be in a hurry,

She wanted to express her feelings,

feelings...

what are they?

She questions herself,

Occupied with her own thoughts,

She was lost,

As she turns, he kissed,

She was not comfortable,

He was making her feel good,

BUT...

But she had a lot to say,

Nothing was expressed,

She, for the first time, experienced intense love without words,

Crazy, wild, sad, love,

She feels empty,

Empty from inside,

He said.....

Baby its casual,

I don't care about feelings,

I don't give a shit,

It's complicated, you know

Love is a trick,

a trick to be serious,

a trick to be committed,

I want to enjoy life,

fucking girls day-night,

No hard feelings I do respect you,

Baby, it's all cool,

it's fun,

it's worth a try,

All you need is to be, super high.

Enjoy sex,

casual, happy, full of life,

Don't be serious girl,

It's like a full stop to your life.

She wants to run,

Run from her own thoughts,

Time to go,

She gathers herself,

And said, it's not meant for me guy.

She leaves....

sad poetry
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About the Creator

SA_ dreamingwithmyfeet

I am movement-based expressive arts therapy trainee. Being in the process, I feel the power of creative arts, helping me out to reach for my resources and incorporate writing, movement, art, and/or music to feed my soul.

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