we will build a home, you and me. it will be filled with warmth. it will be filled with love. and it will be filled with safety. it will not be filled with the sounds of crashing plates or angry steps. my hands are safe with yours, and yours are safe with mine. where passive aggressiveness or cold wars could’ve lied, it is open and healthy communication if we ever fight. it is true, we have put the fear of turning into our parents to sleep.
chaos goth
she/they, 18,
chicago
i don’t just want rough love. not just the teasing words. not just quiet moans. not just the small talk.
i want waking up in the morning and hearing your music from the kitchen. i want forehead kisses after a rough day at work. i want to do our own things in eachothers presence.
i want the rough love, yes. but i too want simple love. i want soft love.











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