I gave him my lips and he gave me his ears.
They delivered jokes and small talk for him to hear.
I gave him my hips and he gave me his broad shoulders.
As we slow danced our pulsing hearts beat closer.
I gave him the crease of my elbow and he gave me his.
We held each other tightly on that ride as the rain whipped our face.
I gave him my eyelashes and he gave me his teeth.
11:11 is when I wished for him while his smile lit up my screen.
I gave him my thigh and he gave me his nose.
The paintball hit me instead of him. He told me I smelled good.
I gave him my entire heart and he only gave me his key.
When I asked why, he said you’re already complete.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
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