"my parents are asleep."
"mine are too."
you came over
and we went
to the church
and laughed,
and kissed.
then a realised -
man, i think
i love you.
we went back
to my house under
suspision of being
w a t c h e d .
we sat in my moms
backseat, and
listened to your
favorite song.
i still remember everything you said that day.
"please don't ever hurt yourself again. you mean to much to me. when you hurt i hurt."
"im going to stop. for you. i love you."
"you are my angel. but you can't go to heaven just yet. i need you here to stay with me."
"im not going anywhere."
"jade, will you please be mine?"
"yes."
i dont feel like i'm yours anymore, and that hurts so bad.
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cafune
Poetrycafune (n.) running your fingers through the hair of someone you love.