Every waking moment that I am lost within the contract of your affection I tell myself to forget,
to create an illusion of how much I care.
Then I start all over,
the override of self-realization,
to build the walls that I unfoundedly broke down.
Just a foolish girl, I was,
I am.
Seeking satisfaction from your moment of affection,
unaware of the sickness that's been embodied into me.
I've been split in two,
this is no self-care.
How much more will you take of me?
belle
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The Poems I Wrote In My Leather Journal
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