(This poem is for reading out loud, read quickly, and take a breath at each line break).
I love how we areLate at night with the lights off
No seeing, we can't be self conscious.
It's just us and our flesh as it melds
My fingers in your hair and raking
Over your skin,
Desperately trying to hold on to each
Little moment I have with you,
So scared you'll leave that
You'll slip away I
Couldn't bear it if you did that
I haven't made the most of us
No I haven't I couldn't
We go to bed too early or
I pick and waste the
Precious time we could be
Speaking loving happy things
On criticsising.
Snapping at your personality
Trying desperately to tear off the
Parts that scare me but I like to be scared.
I like to be scared by you.
You are worth being afraid of.
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