Intimacy
makes me feel sick
knotting your hand in mine
adds more tangles to my self-loathing
and we speak only in tongues
we ***** the language of love
Intimacy
it's a pathetic thing
stripped bare are our bodies
beyond our control
it gets hot under these covers
though your eyes, and mine, remain cold
Intimacy
makes me feel sick
I'll repeat that still
let it smother my heartbeat
until I believe it
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
Intimacy
makes me feel sick
knotting your hand in mine
adds more tangles to my self-loathing
and we speak only in tongues
we ***** the language of love
Intimacy
it's a pathetic thing
stripped bare are our bodies
beyond our control
it gets hot under these covers
though your eyes, and mine, remain cold
Intimacy
makes me feel sick
I'll repeat that still
let it smother my heartbeat
until I believe it
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