The s**t

It was benign,the way she swinged her hands by her side
And did not need your's to spread the warmth.
The way she held her head above,with galaxies in her eyes
And when her feet were never really on the base,
You thought something could frazzle the fire in her soul;
Something ,that you called her.
When she painted her lips red and her eyes black and her soul neon,
When she wrapped herself in what she liked and the devil in you grinned,
When her eyes dreamt of skies and you were blind,
When her lips kissed the goblet and not your sighs,
When her wisdom instigated your insecurities,
When her tears never escaped her eyes,
When she was beautiful and your acid could not melt her soul,
When she bled every atom branded endearment,
When her lethal dose of love nearly drowned you,
When she took the shape of your hatred,
When her stray of sunshine could cleanse the ghosts of you,
When she has a vagina,unsurrendering
You measured her depth enough,
To call her the s**t.
The s**t,who said a "no".

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

When you understand how to say No and mean it, you, ironically, increase your options, because you’ll be more likely to take a chance because you know that you’ll be able to get rid of the person if it doesn’t work out. You’ll also be more comfortable moving in and out of relationships, and you won’t waste a lot of time on the wrong men! Your interesting write highlights the necessity to say ‘no’ at the appropriate moment. :-)

[Tharunika Subramanian]

Thank you for the review 😊