Tie Me Down

You make me want to put my roots down, to still be around after the hormones dissipate. I’m still scared of the unknown but I wish to explore your heart like colonisers looking for a place to lay claim, to seek you out like hands attached to a compass. You make me want to forgive,…

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Invasive

We are our worst enemy. The only time we get along is when the clothes come off. You hate conflict, so you run away from confrontation. “Can we talk?” triggers your PTSD, you remember everyone who called you enough but gave the love you deserved to the one who came after. I say I want…

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