Truth

Sometimes

There are days, I want to be kissed all over. Then some days I pause, pushing you away wishing you knew how to chase me. On my stupid shit, I wish you could see even those thoughts are beautiful yet childish. The new bra that I fasten to hold my round breasts long for your touch. I wish you knew that. At work tossed in chaos, I would be thankful for your rescue. Sometimes I want you to come and find me.

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