I miss
your words being caresses
gliding on my skin with your tongue right behind them.
They didn't hurt.
They healed
and that was why I loved you
the boy who wrote me poetry.
I miss
that bliss.
Truly.
It's been too long
since I have felt peace
and the only time I felt it
was in you.
In all your torment
I somehow found it there.
I miss
feeling like maybe
there was something in me
that someone
could see
that they could adore
and that they would protect
curling me up into them
because they saw me
as worth
saving.
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