on how we grow up

it kills me that i still think about how safe it felt to smile straight into your face, show you everything i was thinking and hoping, for me and for us, it kills me that i still think about that when all you think about is how safe it felt with your hips pushed into mine.

it kills me that i still want to tell you my stories,

and you only want to tell me you want me.

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