I thought under your arms
It was my security.
I thought against your chest
the beating that raised was nerves when you saw me.
But now
I know it was fear.
That last breathe after ever kiss.
Now I know it was a rush to air
after trying to escape from what could of been a nightmare.
It was my bitter skin
that raised goosebumps at the end of your spine.
I was a monster and you didn’t wanna love the beauty inside.
I was a monster and you feared me like no other kind.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
I thought under your arms
It was my security.
I thought against your chest
the beating that raised was nerves when you saw me.
But now
I know it was fear.
That last breathe after ever kiss.
Now I know it was a rush to air
after trying to escape from what could of been a nightmare.
It was my bitter skin
that raised goosebumps at the end of your spine.
I was a monster and you didn’t wanna love the beauty inside.
I was a monster and you feared me like no other kind.
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