i lie in my sweat, my sheets stained with my regrets.
regressing back to my inner child, what was once taken from me; i wasn’t ready to give up yet.
you project, as you ask. “do you enjoy my company for more than ***
a seemingly preposterous question. as you know i have so much love for you, but those feelings i’ll protect.
i’m left alone, and cold, wrapped in this regret-filled sheet of sweat.. i comfort you… in the exact ways i need for myself but those simple words.. tucked away on the shelf, labeled ‘things he’d rather i keep to myself’
you fear yourself, & the dark desires that you hide. your true intentions, to the surface they rise.
as i lie in my sweat, my sheets stained with my tears & my regrets.
the bruises and claw marks that engrave my thighs, i once deemed so beautiful. now make me want to die.
you’ve not had love for me.. in very a long time.
i ought to move on, i think it’s time.
Oct 24, 2022
Oct 24, 2022 at 1:04 AM UTC
i lie in my sweat, my sheets stained with my regrets.
regressing back to my inner child, what was once taken from me; i wasn’t ready to give up yet.
you project, as you ask. “do you enjoy my company for more than ***
a seemingly preposterous question. as you know i have so much love for you, but those feelings i’ll protect.
i’m left alone, and cold, wrapped in this regret-filled sheet of sweat.. i comfort you… in the exact ways i need for myself but those simple words.. tucked away on the shelf, labeled ‘things he’d rather i keep to myself’
you fear yourself, & the dark desires that you hide. your true intentions, to the surface they rise.
as i lie in my sweat, my sheets stained with my tears & my regrets.
the bruises and claw marks that engrave my thighs, i once deemed so beautiful. now make me want to die.
you’ve not had love for me.. in very a long time.
i ought to move on, i think it’s time.
hookup culture is the serial killer of all love.
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