When I get jelly

You won’t probably feel it.But it is between I make love to you. 

Jealous, to the idea that I am sharing my whole self to you.

Hoping you’ll leave a piece of me. 

Don’t take everything – 

Leave some pieces to break for myself. 

Too jealous that I didn’t have the chance to ruin myself before you ruined me. 

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The Poetess
Erratic. Playful. Poetic.

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