I thought maybe you
didn't like me sober
until that night
after work
we talked and slept
and so much between
we learned each other's
curves and lines
and connected
with deep breaths
marks on necks and
laying close enough
that I could hear
the drumbeat of your heart
and feel the warmth of your skin
it was something
I'm not used to doing
everything is different
with you
then you were sober
but still said
you liked me
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
