Speaking With Her

I don’t like him, she says
except it’s more of a shouldn’t, rather than a don’t.
He makes me feel, she admits
because feelings uncontrolled are a bad thing.
She fiddles with her jingling bracelets – nervous
She tugs on her hair – lost in thought, then whispers,
he makes me hope.

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