i keep having to remind myself that i'm safe in your arms. it feels strange that you always pull away last.
i keep having to remind myself that your hands are gentle, that when my fingers interlock with yours it's real and when your fingers touch my skin that there's meaning.
i keep having to remind myself that you mean what you say, i'm so used to hearing empty promises and heavy lies that i'm having trouble trusting you.
i carry so much baggage and i don't want to scare you away; please, i'm begging you, bear with me.
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
