innate | pt. III

I don’t understand what you’re doing. I don’t understand what you’re feeling. And I don’t understand what you’re thinking. I don’t understand, period.

You have sudden outbursts, of what I think is love. You mention my name and kiss my forehead.

But I don’t know.

The way I trust. It’s strange.

It’s a different type of trust. Almost innate.

You hold me and I feel safe. My guard completely down. You touch me and I don’t feel threatened. I trust your touch, your feel, anything you do. It’s not even sexual, it’s home. I’m safe.

But I’m not. I know I’m not. And I should stop. But I’m tired of repressing. And I know you are too.

Not sure what to do…

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