started with one touch, heavy tension between two breaths
we both knew we wanted it
though it would cause distress
since we didn't care, we slid into each other's arms
i counted how many times my heart hit earth's core
"I've done this before"
"yeah i can handle it"
wasn't a professional but i still went with it
created something "beautiful", no it wasn't idealistic
apart of me is his, i can't reclaim it
as much as i want to, i'm still filled with concupiscent
to say it was a fairytale would be another lie, because he'll tell me he loves me when our clothes are on my bedside.
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PoetryHi, my name is Bree and this is my first project I worked on for some months with the help of my lovely therapist. A collection of 1am poems written during a time where everything felt suffocating and unbearable. Creating this was tough, but I knew...
