The girl I love is sad.
But she's happy and no longer lonely
when she's with me.
I kissed her and told her
I loved her in the
candlelight and soft music bedroom.
Our bodies entwined and our mouths together,
breathing for and with each other.
I traced and kissed the cuts on her arms and
she promised not to do it again.
Just like, once upon a time,
I had promised her the same thing.
I love you and
*it's okay, I forgive you.