13 Ways of Looking at My Hips

June 29, 2017
By AlleeRProctor PLATINUM, Hedgesville, West Virginia
AlleeRProctor PLATINUM, Hedgesville, West Virginia
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When I hit the ground,

You land on the floor first,

Strong enough to lift me,

Just a smidge off the dirt


Part of me,

Part of my protection

Yet, I suffocate

Your milky skin with my jeans


You determine how I walk,

The outline of my frame


Permanent as scaring tissue

Perhaps that’s why I always run to you


You can't leave me

You won't

You are not temporary


All force against you, you stand

You're not a house of cards

You’ve never crumbled due to my touch


And when the wolves need something to paw at,

You frequently volunteer


When my demons are screaming,

My fingertips come lingering,

To your surrender


You are art alone

You become a canvas

Decorated with pink, blooming flowers

Some parts look as if they are exploding fireworks


You are my secret masterpiece

Because if anyone else had a glimpse of you

They would notice my insanity


You remind me of the girl who broke my heart

At first, I felt numb

Then, I felt the sting and wounds

But you didn't make me question if I was good enough


You're my therapist

You’ve never gave up on me, or turned me away

You're my best friend


You can't disappear, not for a moment

You never will

And that’s why I am infatuated with you

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