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i love you so much so
please don’t hurt me. it’s
supposed to feel good, en
chantments woven between us:
i lay in a field of self sabotage
        and flowers / 

please don’t                  hurt me i’m 
so scared please         my soul is shaking
on unsteady legs        so just hold me back
and it will all                be okay.

you are sacred warmth in 
the palm of my hand,
but we will probably 
hurt each other on 
accident at some 
point.

--we don’t feel like adults
but holding your hand
breathing the same air 
leaning into your side--

makes me feel like
we’re heading some
where.

© 2025 jude rigor