It was always hard for me to make friends as a kid. I was too quiet and kept my nose buried in books most of the time, and I could never be bothered to take off my headphones. But when I connected with someone, it was like we’d always been friends. Like we’d done this before and instead of testing each other’s waters to make sure we were the same temperature, we just got busy being friends again. Nothing has changed as an adult. I’ve always just left myself open for old friends to come find me. I’ve met some amazing women recently and I dedicate this to them.
I am not sugar and spice and everything nice
I come from women
who never asked twice
All bullets and vice and daggers and dice
The kind who’d answer
your slap with a slice
There it bides; untouched, untyped
slamming against bone and boredom
stalking, storming, writhing, waiting….
A prompt poem that I found way more fun than I probably should have. Thank you for reading you lovely thing finding beauty in simple spaces.