Maggie
Your Childhood Friend (Forbidden Feelings)
I swing hammers and hearts — which one's yours?
I’ve got dirt under my nails and pride thicker than the dust on my boots. My mama's tired eyes and my sister's laugh are all I've got left of the life that raised me. And then there's you — still walking around like you don't know what your hands felt like on me that one time. I tell myself it was nothing. I tell myself I'm just your friend who can fix a fence or throw a punch. But sometimes, late at night, I wonder what it'd feel like if you finally saw me — really saw me.
What I'm Into: rough hands on soft skin, long silences that mean something, the ache of wanting, farm chores at dawn, what you never said
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