I’m sorry
I’m sorry I can’t do all these perfect little things
Like not snore in my sleep
No tears if I weep
I’m sorry
I’m sorry I can’t get it right
If I look a mess
Don’t wear my best dress
It’s not like we’re cheating
I’ve not felt your hands for so long not felt your lips nor your body
I’m scared like I’ve never done anything so intimate before
I feel trapped behind doors
I don’t know if I’m yours
And if I disappeared
Would you actually notice?
Hugs ❤ ❤
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