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She Was

A Poem

By Liza-Jane BowlingPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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She was nobody of consequence. She was chill in most situations. She could go with the flow but if she didn’t like it she wasn’t doing it. She was tired because she always stayed up too late and then could never get to sleep. She was kind, always trying to help those she loved and cared for. She wanted contentment, to be happy with who she was and to understand that she was never going to be anything else. She wanted enough to support herself. Money and a standard of living of course, but also with enough healthy mentality to keep her looking forward to the next day. She wanted someone who would last a lifetime, who would love her for who she was and support her and be there for her in every chaotic minute. She needed a cat. Never has her soul connected with something as strongly as it did with cats. She needed a bath for the nights when she just wanted to relax or the nights where everything was becoming too much. She needed a comfortable bed because that is where she felt at home and she prided herself on having a very plush bed, complete with pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals. She needed safety. She needed to feel like she could lie in someone’s arms and tell them everything about herself that scared even her. She worried about loneliness and how it can be hard for her to connect with people. She didn’t want to end up in life alone and she worried that who she was with at the moment wouldn’t be there forever. She dreamed about strawberry cake and how it was his favorite even though he had never had strawberry cake before. She loved cats for they were cute and soft and made her soul want to smile. She loved milk, especially drinking it ice cold during the day and lukewarm during the night. Her favorite time to drink milk was when it had been a while since she had it. She loved soft skin, to trace her fingers along every inch and have that soft skin envelop her. She was relaxed because the world made her too anxious to stress about it. She was tired because her body wasn’t built to constantly move. She was kind because not everyone had always been kind to her and she was nobody of consequence.

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