"why am i beautiful?"
this thought provokes me
as you lay behind me
kissing my bare shoulder.
you keep
wrapping your arm
around my waist
and holding my hand
without realizing it.
you press your lips
against my neck
and pull away
without a noise.
its the silence
that makes me think.
you say i am beautiful
but I'm just waiting
for you to say im not
and for you to stab me in the chest.
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forelsket
Poetryforelsket: the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love everything I have and will write about you
