from the grocery store, back down my street
to the place i call my home,
and up my spine,
and in the corner of my eye.
they say "if a man is a man he will treat you like
the woman you are, and you are a great one.
i said honey, you are a great one".
but from my sighing breath and
the tips of my fingers, and the
kiss of my lips, i still wish
i could touch you.
cant even get close.
not to you. or any man who
says he cares, they just don't.
it's because they really don't.
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