my body shuddered the moment you sighed,
the moment "friends?" left your chapped lips
for we could never stoop so low,
not when your hips mindlessly push themselves towards my body,
not when your eyes plead like angels for my touch,
you want me. you do.
yet you're too afraid love, but you're less afraid to let me go.
you think you'll hurt me by keeping me around,
you think you're pulling me on a leash like dog,
but you're not. you're a good person.
your body is the golden gates, my home, my palace,
you wrap me in the comfort of your walls,
you make me feel like i belong somewhere.
but you let me go,
you didn't set me free, it was yourself that was freed.
now i'm unrecognisable to those around me,
i'm a stranger to myself.
you're better.
but i can't say that i am.
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Intimacy
Poetry"bring forth the passion and lust from deep in my body, i'll put on a show just to keep myself happy, being used is better than serving no purpose at all." A poetry collection unravelling the comfort in intimacy and mental health issues linked to th...
