11-7-13.2

I’m hoping when I leave that
your bed smells like my perfume
otherwise you’ll probably forget
I was even there
until the next time you need
a soft place to land.
I feel you love me in parts-
hands easy to hold
hair to run your fingers through
hipbones to tickle
and lips to kiss-
but the package as a whole
proves too much to handle and
you cant touch all the
memories
or make love to all the
insecurities
and you cant fall asleep on a chest
you know is heavy with
scars from boys just like you
who love when it is easy
and let me leave to try to find
reasons to stay.

“I feel you love me in pieces” -11-7-13- jessicagadziala

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