All the signs point to yes
But then this and then that
Turn the questions into guess
And the answers never seem to form a crest

© Delia Ross. 2021

Our story is way more complicated than Romeo and Juliet. And I don’t even know who all is involved.

(Thank you for never body shaming me in any shape or fashion)

(You make all my body parts feel the good things)

(You make me wanna crawl onto your dick instead of dying naked on the street)

(There are dudes out there right now legit grossed out over my body and they have no shame in letting me know it).

But that’s not you is it?

You don’t make me feel like I’m gonna die on the street.

You don’t make me feel obsolete.

I love you.

Because you make me feel all the things.

Mind. Body. Spirit.

All the things.

(I don’t expect everybody to like everything about me, I just expect to be treated like a human being)

Not trash.

And I don’t want to think about that asshole any more because I probably wouldn’t even want to have babies with him

So why am I crying duh

I’m not

I’m getting off here so I can go do some staring

Staring into our dreams

zzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Thank you for loving me whole xo

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