A storm approaches

You and your dirty little games my body and my mind, yours to take. Your hand over me As you said word “mine” Your mouth eternally bleeding Your filthy little lies.   You convinced me it was love Convinced me you were the best there ever was - You were patient. You were a saint. … Continue reading A storm approaches

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How do I explain something I can’t understand? How do I explain that he hurt me in a way no one else can? How do I explain the scars that run so deep? How do I explain something you can’t even see?   How do I explain that I am scared of seeing him because … Continue reading