my scalp aches; you pulled my hair too hard.
your voice breaks; you whisper menace in the dark.
i won't hurt you, you'll be safe, if you comply and don't complain.
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the air feels cold, but just to me. i wear layers, warm skin beneath.
that skin turns cold as you tear
those layers away, to my despair.
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the dampened grass beneath my body contradicts your warm hands that prod and grab me.
i know there's nothing i can do because my frail body's trapped under you.
i'll free myself, not only from your grasp but from this life i'm sure won't last.
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my bones feel like there made of glass, like my heart that you utterly shatter.
you once would say you loved me but now i know that love doesn't matter.
you don't break the ones you love like they're something you can just mend,
because really we're unfixable, and all you do is beckon the end.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely
Poetryhonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
