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Or people I dont

I do not trust those to whom words come easily
Words come easily to me but seldom do they slither past my gridlocked teeth and escape my mouth
I carefully place them, like scattering flower petals down a wedding isle, sure to take notice of where I am leaving them.
Words come easily to me, but I do not speak..

I do not trust those who flirt with out even a subtle hint of nervousness
You see I will not trust someone with with a silver bullet tongue, firing off rounds, multiple cartridges of flirtatious conversations not taking notice of where each shot has ripped through flesh and lodged itself under its victims’ skin. Feeling no fear as if this is just another reckless task they has preformed a thousand times.

I find it hard to trust the words of poets. You see I know that there are a million ways to say I love you and a miriad of metaphors to describe beautiful . I know that poets have heard them all and felt how they can manipulate the heart.
I find it hard to trust myself. You see I have poetry running through my viens, toxic rivers with alluring lifeforms. I know how easily my metaphors like venomous thorns, like sleeping beauty’s pointer pricking a prindle, my word will entrance them, intoxicate them, bringing them under my spell, one for which the antidote are deadly options. either loving me.. or heartbreak. I do not wish to hurt how I have been hurt

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