Avoiding you
And dodging your calls,
Saying I've been busy
Or my phone died,
I desperately try to
Get away from you,
Seeming as if your hands,
The same ones that used to hold
Me close, are now toxic
And will burn me at first touch.
But as I desperately try to break free
From you,
I always seem to come crawling back,
In hopes of being touched
By those toxic hands of yours,
Because I can't seem to
Find the pain within
The pleasure.
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bc im unhappy in this thing we call a relationship.
