its and you
when a boy with beer breath
and calloused hands
started feeling my body
i forced myself to believe that it was okay
and that i liked the sensation
but all i could think about was its hands
and you saving me
i need to stop doing that
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lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
PoetryDoes anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything...
