but I should be relieved right?
you let me go eventually.
hours...
isn't that long right?
but that night...
felt like days.
that night...
you tore my body apart.
leaving me without any words I could say.
because when you had took...
my body...
you had took...
my mouth with you.
you didn't think you had been taking much from me did you.
but you took everything you could.
every tear.
every word.
every limb.
you took it all.
and it left me with nothing that was my own.
everything felt like it was yours.
you owned every part of me.
but I should be relieved right?
you let me go.
after those hours,
you let me go.
you left my house,
leaving me on the bed for hours.
my limbs never moved once.
but you locked the door,
knowing how it made me feel so much safer.
but I think, then...
you had taken every possible safety I could've had.
oh but I should be relieved right?
it was only a few hours...
only one time.
only a few hours.
so I should be relieved right?
but i was anything but relieved really.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
