02.05.22
18:30
my past relationships made me feel like i had one foot stuck in a bear trap. like if i wanted to run i'd have to gnaw off a part of myself, blood and bone, and now i'm scared to give anyone even a small part of me (give 'em an inch and they'll take a mile).
i think you and i could last forever if i don't fuck it up, if i don't panic and bite an ankle that isn't stuck at all. and i don't wanna fuck this up, because i like your shaved head and what you've done with your life and the way you offer things to me. i like the way nothing's a big deal to you, when i'm at my worst you love me anyway, if i'm annoying you just laugh, you don't hold onto grudges.
and i don't have a lot to say about intimacy but the way you hold me makes me feel like i've never been held before. like no one who's touched me before has ever gotten it right. like no one who's looked at me before has seen me in the way you do. like you don't hate all the ugly things in me the way my past did. and you don't hate me for taking my time, for having walls up, or a bloody stump of an ankle from everything i've been through.
YOU ARE READING
words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
