We were strangers when we met. Two people swiping. Hoping maybe for some kind of connection. When I saw you and sat down with you, it felt comfortable. First dates are always a little nerve wracking, but the more we talked, the more at ease I felt. It was like I’d known you for a while. You were authentic and real. You were kind and soft. After that first kiss, I knew I was basically yours.
the safety of love
I could lay wrapped in your arms all day
my fingers pretzeled with yours
your lips softly kissing me on my forehead
and still they made you leave
you spent a lifetime loving
someone who didn’t care enough
to end things with respect
that kind of behavior fucks you up
you almost believe it was your fault
like you deserved it
like all that history wasn’t worth
a decent ending
don’t forget yourself
and I have learned to bottle up
accidentally
giving too much
not knowing that I am close
to a breaking point
I love much
and hard
give with every inch of my soul
that sometimes I forget
about me
fuck
I do too much for men
too fucking much
thoughts before midnight
and I wonder sometimes
if I am too nice to you
I don’t think you realize
what you have in front of you
all you can see is what is in your head
and I get you
I do
but what about me?
I bend over backwards for you babe
what do you do for me?
you & me
I’m a little messed up
you’re a little messed up
but together,
we’re just right
a girl who writes 