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Jade Oct 2016
when we fight i see my father in you. when you yell i imagine the fights my mother and father always had. but how we make up is so differently from them. they'd just go to different rooms.
we stay in the same one. you kiss me and i kiss you back and we dont even have to say anything to know that we are both sorry. the eagerness of our hands ripping off clothes and our lips tasting each others is enough to say that for us. it is enough that everything we were just arguing about means nothing.
throw me on the bed. kiss every crevasse of my body so softly and easily that it makes me feel as though it is music that is dancing on my skin. ** every part of me that you feel needs it.
but when you're done don't walk away. now it is my turn to make music dance on your skin with my knees pressed to the floor ground.

-how we make up
(inspired by rupi kaur)
Jade Oct 2016
i'm on my back.
this is my favorite place to be.
beneath you. feeling you slide in effortlessly. your broad shoulders holding yourself up.
maybe that's vanilla. maybe that's hot. but i don't care. and neither do you.
i feel safe. secure. loved.
i float.
my eyes closed.

but then my eyes are open.
and you are no longer there.
but the feeling of safety and security do not change. they do not leave me.
i am still safe and secure.
for you were only helping me find those things within myself.
you were never actually there.

how very vanilla of me
Jade Oct 2016
i thought maybe
maybe it wasn't true.
maybe it didn't actually happen.

but then i hear you confirm my worst nightmare
and that's when reality comes crashing in.

i'm sinking
& sinking
& sinking
deeper into a pit
of self-destruction.

i'm not sure if i'll ever return.
i'm not sure if i want to.

— The End —