I will never text you first. Nor will I ever fight for your attention. I’ve done that before. I’ve given it my all and all it got me was being the one who loved too deeply. I had to watch him walk away. I promised myself I’d never feel that way again.
I want you to leave marks on me.
Marks from loving me too hard,
from kissing me too hard,
and holding me too hard.
I want you to leave your handprint.
I want your loving words to hit me hard.
I want to feel your love on my skin.