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if I am a regular at a coffee shop why can't I bring my favourite mug from home and ask them to keep it for me and serve me with it everyday? like is that considered rude or something? idk I just don't want to do it one day and they deny me. I have rejection sensitivity.

Liam 

You were different

Vanilla and Jasmine 

Heightened by the slight 

Bite of orange peel riding 

The undercurrent of it all. 

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You were...soft

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I’ve never been in awe of a “soft” man before 

Because soft men were weak men

Or at least, that’s what Momma taught me.

~

Real men were strong

Reeking of beer 

Faces scratchy with 

A day’s worth of unshaven stubble

Arms big enough to twists mine 

Behind my back

And pin me down 

Keep me from leaving. 

~

But you were….different. 

Worried green eyes stared

Back into mine and for a moment

Just one moment

I indulged myself 

Didn’t flinch away

And stared back definitely. 

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Savored the colour of 

New spring growth

The kind of green

That crawls across the

Meadows right before

Summer dances 

Through the wild flowers. 

~

“Are you all right?” 

All right….that’s a loaded question

Was I? Was I? I didn’t even know anymore. 

~

“Hey, look at me!”

This time…

I flinched. 

~

The guy in front of me winced

At my reaction and his hands…

His hands, they fluttered like a butterfly,

Reaching out to touch me again

Then darting back like he was afraid. 

It was okay, I would have been afraid too. 

~

“I’m sorry, I--are you okay?” 

He knew the answer to the question

I could see it in his eyes

The way they darted to the vast expanse

Of water behind us, the dim lighting dancing 

On the surface giving it an almost magical look

Then back to me. 

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To me. 

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A shiver rippled through 

Through my body

Aching under skin 

Flushed pale with cold. 

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It was summer

But summer nights got cold too. 

~

He leaned forward 

And I inhaled sharply

As his face came closer

To mine and I caught

A hint of mint on his breath. 

~

“Here….” 

I blinked dumbly as 

He handed me the jacket 

He had been wearing and my heart…

It flipped and I tensed as he wrapped 

The soft downy fabric around my shoulders. 

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Run. 

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But for once

I didn’t want to listen 

To the voices in my head

I just wanted to sit

And let someone

Someone take care of me

For once. 

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Just this once. 

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“What’s,” I winced at the roughness of my voice

My throat burned with Chlorine and the force at which I had coughed

I could almost taste the weight of the lies I would have to tell after this.

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“What’s your name?” 

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“Liam.” 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: 

Just a one shot idea I had and turned into free verse. :D