Creative storyteller with passion for art & connection. Portland, Oregon.
that's why it feels so bad
you can tell
you can feel my attention surge at carefully worded messages,
my heart swell at things we have in common, things i thought made me weird and unlovable.
you weaponize it
you use it to get me to fall a little bit in love with you
you know there's nothing here
and still
i fall
fuck
me
(please)
(don't)
they say for women we forget some of our deepest pain and that must be true because it feels like i have amnesia when it comes to you...
i'd crawl underneath your skin, nestle in the space underneath your collarbone or snugly between your ribs watching your heart beat...
closer pull me in closer crush me with the weight of your expectations my expectations the roles we're supposed to play but forget that...
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