One day, very soon,
Heaven will know my body better than you.
The flesh your hands once grazed will slowly slip away
Exposing layer after layer to the eyes above me
Not once will they gaze upon my rot with the same lust your eyes once held.
There will be understanding and acceptance.
They have watched my flesh be contorted, gripped, and punished in my wake.
They know why I have chosen to rest.
The still silence of my physical love will join my flesh
Slowly sinking into nothing before the eyes of my beholder
Oh To be held by him.
I wonder what he will think of me.
Of my body.
Will the same hands that intertwined my bones to my flesh hold the mess they've become just as dearly?
Will he see the destruction I've brought upon myself with pity or understanding?
I can only let the thought linger for a second.
I know if I think further I'll yearn harder for his touch..
His embrace..
Oh to be held by him..
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Dark skinned Dreams
RandomJust trying to find myself and my place. Just trying to find peace. People told me I should make a diary and this is it. It's all personal thoughts and feelings I hope that I'm not alone in feeling. Major trigger warning ahead.
