I begged you to caress my waiting skin with your poisonous fingertips, pulling me deeper and deeper into an endless black depression. I hate how you undress me so casually, gently pulling off my outer layers to show some skin, show some peace, show some love.
my inner layer doesn't repel you, it pulls you closer, makes you wanna sink your white stained teeth into my shoulder and drag me into an emotion I can only describe as hatred. hate is a strong word, yes, but as you lay me on this bed, it's all I can feel.
Your fingertips dance over my hips and I try to scream, try to call out for help but all I can do is lay there and let it happen.
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Poetrymidnight thoughts from a girl who doesn't like following rules.
