Organic.

That teabag was my personality-
wrapped in cellophane,
tucked between other spices
I never knew how to compete with.

My limbs were left to dry,
until someone's hand tugged on
the drawer and pocketed my
sleeve.

I was the organic you needed,
the heated sunrise no one ever
photographed for you,
the rawness of a future that will
warm and soothe an
introverted soul.

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Written 12/02/13 @ 7:22 PM
Freewrite w/ my cup of tea. Just something spontaneous I guess :]