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May 2018
I gave a Stranger my whole
She struck me with a dagger of reality
Of how simply vulnerable I am.
This isn't what I need.

I was feeling vulnerable
Nostalgia struck me with a dagger of reality
Of how lustful I am.
This isn't who I am.

I lie on this sheet
Filled with tears of the broken and hope
This Stranger took my vulnerable soul
And tossed them around the bed.

I said no
But the simple syllable
Is locked behind my lips.
I don't want a Stranger.


I am in ache of her words
Her smile is a dagger of reality
Of how much a love her.
She needs to know I love her.
Willow
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Willow  Non-binary/Boston.
(Non-binary/Boston.)   
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