His fingertips bruise my skin
He harshly breathes on my neck
If loving this man is a sin
Then I am a sinner
My mind is hazy and dark
My train of thought is a wreck
The realization starts to spark
But I don't care anymore
I don't care if he says that he hates me
I don't care that he beats me to death
Love can be pure agony
I whisper out his name
His hands grab me and pin me down
His lungs release a sour breath
In this hatred I will drown
I will keep swimming to survive
Find me
Find God and release him
Release God
Then release me
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Poems
PoetryI get bored and caught up in my feelings a lot, so I've decided to express myself through writing some poetry.
