Her voice; her touch;
The way her hands feel—
Coursing through my hair
All her love; her emotion;
The way she clings to me—
In her times of need, and mine
Sometimes I think she needs me more;
Sometimes I think she doesn't mean it—
Like her words cut my skin
Like a knife through butter—
I don't deserve her;
She cares more than anyone ever could—
I swear it couldn't be meant for me
But it is; all of it;
It's overwhelming at times—
I don't deserve it
I couldn't possibly deserve it;
Not a chance in hell—
But still she tries
Still she loves me; still—
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 5:01 AM UTC
Her voice; her touch;
The way her hands feel—
Coursing through my hair
All her love; her emotion;
The way she clings to me—
In her times of need, and mine
Sometimes I think she needs me more;
Sometimes I think she doesn't mean it—
Like her words cut my skin
Like a knife through butter—
I don't deserve her;
She cares more than anyone ever could—
I swear it couldn't be meant for me
But it is; all of it;
It's overwhelming at times—
I don't deserve it
I couldn't possibly deserve it;
Not a chance in hell—
But still she tries
Still she loves me; still—
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