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i say i am all bad. rotten down to my genetics, molding from the day you picked me from the shelf and brought me home. i accept the pain that comes with being inedible, for i believe i deserve it.

but there is a part of me. a golden part, one untouched by the knives and mold and time. one that is still free. one that wants so badly to teach those i can't anymore to make angel cake. one that wants so badly to sit in summer fields and eat mulberries from the tree that was cut down the year my father died. one that is gentle. one that still goes roller skating in her grandmother's kitchen. one that knew not how to find constellations, but loved to tell you obscure star facts.

i may feel rotten and spoiled like milk, but this part, this gentle, soft girl who never got the chance to move on? she's in another universe where she teaches her mother and best friend to make cake. one where she eats mulberries and draws on the back porch with her father. one where she gets to be gentle because nothing has forced her to harden up. one where her grandmother has the perfect kitchen for skating around in her brother's shoes. one where she asks her father where orion is and talks all night to her mother about the stars.

in another universe, i got to be gentle.

If your top love language is physical touch, and so is mine; why aren’t we holding hands?

Running fingers through course yet soft hair, tracing finger tips across skin, soft kisses turning into rough passionate kisses. Forehead kisses. Intertwining fingers. Arm around waist. Pulling each other closer.

Fuck that’s all I want. Lay your head in my lap and let me play with your hair as you fall asleep, feeling forever loved. Wrap your arms around me and never let me go.