3am.
I will always be thankful that you never spoke about my body. It wasn't the best or what society's ideal body for beauty was but you didn't really care about that. You treated my body like it was gold. You were respectful, you were soft, you made me feel beautiful and you made me feel confident. Thank you
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3am
Poetry3am. My heart is screaming out your name. It hurts so bad and I am still so in love with you. "What do I do?" my heart cries. "Express the pain" my mind says.
