Sometimes, when the person I love
Is kissing me, caressing me
The way I know
I deserve,
I can still feel your rough hands all over me
And your disgusting breath on my neck
And the tears come so quickly
I have to yell "Stop!"
I have to hear the hurt in his voice as,
for the millionth time, he tells me
"I'm not him. I love you."
he holds me tight
And I cry.
It is then, I know.
You have ruined me.
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Little Infinities
Non-Fiction"No one told me, That love was something to be afraid of. Now look at me; Afraid to get my heart broken After one encounter With the angel-disguised sin. " c.w A collection of poems, dreams, thoughts and short stories.
