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PDA (Please, Do Not Approach) 

The first time someone called me pretty, I reckon it was so weird, but funny. Until it was that he tried to feel me under my skirt; the audacity of calling me a flirt. 

It happened a second time, where love became narcissistic; no, none of this was fine. The touch of your hands always hurt, the way you called me your one-and-only whore. 

Please, do not approach me.

What can I say? I loved the attention, I craved the company. But they took advantage of me in every way, and how I cope with it is degrading, it's self-conscious. A self-proclaimed party girl, a manic, but when someone tries to get close I start to panic. 

Please, do not get near my safe space. 

Life is short and so are my skirts, but that never gave them the right to be disgusting perverts. The first time someone called me honey; I wore my Hello Kitty tights; he liked it when, in his words, I got slutty. 

My heart is too big, and so are my hips; my legs around your shoulders, you wanted to know if it fits. And you were so wrong for forcing me to engage in your nasty play. So wrong for playing with my heart that way. 

Please, stay away from me.

POEM BY AMY JADE, AKA @iMonsterkive. 

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