" no strings attached " he assures.
she shakes her head yes as her mind is foggy and her body is hungry for the touch of his fingertips.
then it begins. the clashing of two bodies. the explosive creation of two people beginning to feel each other. the physical euphoria people crave.
and all the sudden the strings were stitched together. all of the sudden two hearts wanted to become one. well, one heart.
once the session had ended, she reassured
" no strings attached. "
he looked down at his feet as he buttoned up his pants and shook his head yes.
he wanted her heart, but knew she wanted no strings.
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she cannot post pictures below her waist.
she cannot wear skirts, or dresses or shirts with spaghetti straps.
she cannot speak to another man- even if she has to.
she cannot go out with her girlfriends after 5pm.
she cannot have a password on her phone.
she cannot be a human.
she cannot feel the sweet taste of freedom.
she cannot know what trust is.
she cannot leave him.
because he has strings. wrapped around her body like a puppet- and the string wrapped around her neck is tightening.
she is suffocating.
she cannot breathe.
all these strings wrapped around her. her mind, body, heart, and soul are controlled by someone other than herself. she has lost who she once was.
she is controlled, by strings.
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Kenadee's Poems
Poetryjust some poems that have kept me from realizing who i really am. poems about the boys who left me alone to lay in bed at 3am with puffy eyes and thoughts of unknowingness. poems about my best friend who has never given up on me. poem on the thin...
