say it softly,

like I’m your favorite

thing to ruin gently.

tell me I’ve done well

with your mouth

against my neck

hands heavy with pride

call me a good girl

watch me bloom,

wild and wet

just for you

baby,

i’ve waited my whole life

to be told

i’m enough

like this....

Tiring.

My empathy is tiring.

Aching.

My heart is aching.

Racing.

My pulse is racing.

I keep repeating to myself that we cannot control how others feel.

If I know that to be true, why is it so hard to swallow the lump in my throat when people are just angry. Mae they aren’t mad at you. He had a bad day at work… She is fighting with her wife. Mae it has nothing to do with you… then why do I flinc...