Woman

Cold.
Scared.
Alone in the immense black hole which they call "growing up."
In need of physical affection,
in urge of emotional caresses;
realizing that the love of a father is not enough anymore...

I gladly accept the award. Please visit Poetry Palace.
I´d like to nominate Dulce.

I do not.

I dont like you.

I dont like your smell in the morning.

I dont like the mess you drag me into.

I dont like the way you move your hands while you talk.

I dont like it at all.

I dont like it when you touch me.

I dont like the way you kiss.

I dont like your hugs 

I dont like the way you think.

I dont like it at all.

I dont like the way you lie

I dont like it when you steal my clothes

and neither when you come late from school.

I dont like you at all, 

and yet

I love you so.

Taking part in Thursday Poets Rally