you are sugar
and i am stone
you love me with kind hands
soft kisses and bunches of flowers
but how can i accept that
when all i know is slammed doors
and rough fingers entering
without my permission
you take me out on dinner dates
hold my hand and bring me chocolates
but how can i accept that
when all i know is dark alleyways
and the smell of hard liquor
from the empty bottle in his hand
how can i accept your love
when pain is all i know?
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poetry
Poetry♡ a poem compilation ♡ "maybe someday, these pain-filled words will compensate for this endless suffering."
