You let him fuck you because you thought, who cares, you were empty and withered inside. Instead, he was an urban explorer, worshiping your body as if each each piece was hanging in a museum. He held you tight to him and couldn't stop tracing patterns across your scars like invisible cartography, couldn't stop treating you as if you were holy ground. He didn't kiss you like he should have, he kissed you like a queen. That pissed you off, because you never asked to fall in love. #poetry
drake poetry - "maybe one day we'll find that place where you and I could be together. And we'll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So smile for me one last time and believe that we'll meet again. Until then, I'll be missing you.