You kiss the soles of my feet
and tell me I’m beautiful
I flinch at the words,
recoil at the raise of your hand
squeeze my eyes shut -
you stroke my cheek.
I’m feeling panic,
my stomach is turning. I don’t
understand this feeling.
I want to push you away
but you hold on tight and won’t let me.
Thank you.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
You kiss the soles of my feet
and tell me I’m beautiful
I flinch at the words,
recoil at the raise of your hand
squeeze my eyes shut -
you stroke my cheek.
I’m feeling panic,
my stomach is turning. I don’t
understand this feeling.
I want to push you away
but you hold on tight and won’t let me.
Thank you.
