My body burns, my eyes well up with salty, lukewarm tears that fog my vision. Have I really just been lied to for so, fucking long? How could I let somebody so poisonous and so toxic into my life like that? Because it made me feel like they cared? Why do I still love them? Why do I crave them, their cold, soft hands on my skin? Why am I still in love with them? Why does it hurt so bad when I try to pry their parasite of a being from my heart, my brain, my soul?
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Ranting/slam poetry
PoetryTW: mentions of sexual harassment, self-harm, and tons of other shit.
