The Little Things

do you remember

the tender moments all alone

the first time you told me I was beautiful

wrapped in sheets

watching you.

It wasn’t so long ago.

Your fingers running through my hair.

I only wish that life was fair.

Those secrets…

they haunt me.

But then I think of you.

And how kisses on the forehead

and self destruction

go hand in hand.

 

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