You love maps.
And today, I was the x that marked the spot.
We both shared the taste of piña colada on our mouths, and your glances almost added up to the amount of times you squeezed my inner thigh.
Front seat drives at midnight with the stars in the sky could never compare to backseat drives at six in the evening with rain beating on the window with you.
Your touch is ghostly, because even after the multiple hours that have passed since we've been together, I can still feel you nestled into my side.
- I haven't felt a true loneliness at night until now.
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her revelation (journal entries)
Poetryjournal entries containing poetry and thoughts about all three people i've been in love with, along with some traumas and self-loathing sprinkled in-between.
