• grindersgirl 23w


    What do the words mean
    When you break them down
    Piece by piece?
    I was small he was big.
    I was a child he was a man.
    I asked why...
    He said it was love.

    I guess the words are a mirror of sorts

    I guess the words are echoes.

    I remember his fingers and the pain,
    Choking and tears
    Because I was not yet four years old
    And the taste of him in my mouth
    Still lives.
    And the feel of his
    Untrimmed fingernails inside me
    Still lives.

    I wonder who I
    Might have been
    If you had not loved me
    So very much.