my flesh, gripped so hard
i fear it may bruise
although, perhaps if it did, i could consider myself to be yours
like her
your hand, smothers me in chokes
digging my nails into your thigh
i can't breathe
i can't breathe when you're kissing me,
I don't care to.
i can't breathe when your hand is in my hair pushing me down, down
good girl
the moment of palm against face
the color bursting into my cheek
i am here, ready, before you
but you do not take
-this is terrible, but i still think about you i'm sorry
