your voice. whispering my name, saying i love you again and again and again. so often it started to feel meaningless, a simple phrase to toss around when things got boring.
your voice, purring out oh, poor little thing.
don't touch me, don't, don't, don't. what i wanted to say. what welled in my throat, but i couldn't make the words come out- so i say something that sounds like okay. yes. kick me, hit me, destroy me, kill me, i don't care, i just want to be yours.
and you said to me i hope you never, ever change
i asked what you meant
i hope you still stay sweet. and beautiful. easy. mostly, i hope you stay mine.
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nevermind + poetry.
Poetryin which i write poems about love and growing up and everything that comes in between
