He was a galaxy, she was part of every song
He was in my bed, she was in my head
He could give me the future I want, she can give me the excitement I need
He was happiness and she was pleasure
He was hope and she was nostalgia
It's bad when someone who's terrified of the dark goes into the darkest room for comfort,
Like maybe, just maybe, the darkness means they don't exist.
The hickeys faded as the bruises began appearing
As if we find the bruises on each other more beautiful
Maybe we're meant to be together so that we don't hurt anybody else
Don't tell me to get in the shower "It'll make you feel better,"
When you are the one who caused the bruises,
the internal ache,
the tears stained on my face,
the nightmares when I close my eyes,
and the PTSD everybody thinks is a lie.
Every person older than me used to tell me that if someone ever hurt me they would defend me.
Over and over this happened.
When the first person hurt me a few people were there in my defense, and made sure I was okay.
Eventually I felt better and,
When the second person hurt me and only one was there to defend me.
But only because of family laws.
Now I get hurt all the time and nobody does a thing. Where are all those people who said they would defend me?
Did they finally realize that I was a lost cause?
Sorry I haven't posted in a long time.
We have tickle fights until we can't breathe
He puts his ice cream spoon on my back so I'll scream
He picks me up cause he knows I can't stop it
He licks my face when I go in for a kiss
God I love him.
— The End —