your girl wrote you a poem
you see,
my mother doesn’t like you,
but she doesn’t really like anyone
so that’s more of a compliment than if she did
it doesn’t matter if she likes you or not, anyway
cause _i_ like you
and that’s what’s important, right?
i’m _your girl_
__
“why dont you let me worry about _my girl_, ok?”
smiling, giggling, kicking my feet
because you feel safe
i’m not scared, i’m not worried, not when i’m talking to you
it’s only been over text thus far,
but when i see you, my fingers will tangle in yours, because you always say they’re warm
and you know that i’m always cold
when i see you, i will wrap myself in your embrace,
in your arms, i will find my home
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