he acts differently than you.
his fingers on my thigh, tracing small circles
begging for more,
his head on my chest, listening to my heart race.
he leaves the same way you do.
fast, carelessly.
but nobody could hurt me like you.
YOU ARE READING
disposition
Poetryfor many i have loved, and for my own heart that ive broken. i'm sharing the story, pieces at a time.
