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why do you look at me like that?

why do you step closer each time something is revealed about me,

as if you’re intrigued?

don’t be. 

there’s nothing to wonder,

nothing to uncover or discover about me. 

does it disappoint you?

i’m not a thing that needs saving

needs grabbing by the collar and pulled back from the edge

it’s all in your head. 

this isn’t a romcom. 

too many of you pull me close to you,

telling yourselves you’re doing me a favour. 

you’re comforting me

you’re… saving me. 

i don’t need saving!

i can save myself!

i can pull myself away from the edge. 

because i have felt pain

i have felt abandonment 

exploitation 

i have been taken advantage of

i’ve felt pain in my loins

my heart

my head 

my fucking throat. 

i am a steady burning flame of feminine balance. 

i can keep my cool and bite my tongue

because that’s what i’ve been conditioned to do my whole life. 

keep your mouth shut

until i want to kiss you or fuck your throat. 

don’t flinch like that when i touch your waist

like it hurts

it doesn’t hurt. 

be grateful. 

i used to be,

until i realised my worth.

realised what they really want.

realised the way they lick their lips when they look at you 

isn’t a compliment,

it’s a fucking lion 

getting ready to lunge for your throat. 

WORD OF THE DAY: “gratitude” the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness.