Let me be your filter

I sort through your memories as you lay on my lap

Storing your pain in the folds of my legs, the worst collecting on my thighs

Running my fingers along your nose, I desire to please you

To keep the parts you deemed beautiful pristine: the skin, the legs, the neck

Hiding the clutter deep between twisted walls

Transported through veins, circulating the mess throughout my inner self

And finally escaping through the eyes in watery glances rolling down cheeks


I have made the decision to love you. Whether it be romantic, platonic, or distant. I will take what has been given and make the most of the little time I have with you.

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