i can never get it out of my head, your lips, my name kissing your tongue.
"i love you,"
but there is a difference between telling somebody you love them and actually loving them.
i hate you with everything i've got, but i still think about you- and sometimes i imagine what i would do if you came walking through my door. how maybe I would just forget I'm everything. how i would go back to giving you everything i've got. it is a strange thing, to nourish what could hurt you, just in the hope that it won't.
but the thing about love is that
it is organic-
it rots and softens.
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nevermind + poetry.
Poetryin which i write poems about love and growing up and everything that comes in between
