he kisses you
he kisses you, but only when you're alone. only when you're lying down and he can easily reach your lips. because you're shorter. smaller than him, and somehow that makes you feel like less as well. without worth. not as much of a person. and all you really want is for someone to hold you, to make you feel like you could be lovd. someone to tell you you're worth it and really mean it. and not even mean it in the sense that you're worth it to them, but just that you're worth it to someone, because in this endless carousel of doubt and betrayal... being worth it kinda matters. feels kinda nice. he kisses you. but only when you're alone.