when I kissed her again our bodies melted into each other
she melted into my arms like wax dripping down the side of a candle
She's so warm, she welcomes my body like a warm bath
relaxing me and washing the stress of reality off my shoulders
I want her to hold me, here is where I feel safe
here is where I hope to grow into a better person
I want to dig my roots into her heart and feel her heartbeat pulse life back into my body
I want her to run her fingers through my hair
brush out every tangle she finds, straightening out any worrying thought in my head
she always makes me better, when I kiss her again
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gas station flowers
Poetrycoming of age poetry by a queer young adult writer. navigating relationships and the coming out process. peak inside the mind of a young woman with a mental illness.
