when u take a cookie without askin mama
I remember late nights and kissing her on the cheek five, maybe six times a minute simply because I couldn’t believe she was ‘mine’. I remember how she couldn’t just touch the insides of my thighs without having to slide my knickers off and make me feel good.
I remember lazy afternoons, the way the sun spilled in through the curtains and how my heart spilled out through my ribs. We were the best, we still are."