touching

These poems where made from The summer I turned pretty by Jenny Han
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Touching, 
Like he might,
Hit me or kiss me.
Heart pounding,
So mad.
I knew my arms shook.
I could feel tears.
Because for a second there,
I thought he might kiss me.
His hair was wet,
He looked furious.
"Just keep her away from me"
It was like he really had,
Hit me.
It was worse than that.
Was this because of me?
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Night,
Slept in his hoodie.
Stupid,
Sappy.
Next day,
Wore it outside,
Loved frayed sleeves,
The way it felt lived in.
Felt like a boy's.
The first Boy that,
Wanted to hang out with me.
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Night,
Cried,
Windows,
Dark,
Listening,
Ocean,
Tide,
Wondered,
How nothing,
Was and wouldn't.
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The house was full,
Full of people.
Friends would share a bed,
My mother would tuck us in.
It was that feeling,
I'd listen to the music drifting up.
I would whisper stories,
Till we fell asleep.
The last time that happened I felt really safe.
Like all was well and sound.