It was the kiss on my cheek
you held
just a fraction too long,
and the way you wrapped me
in your arms
that made me hate
your forced embrace.
When you whispered
‘sweet dreams. I love you’
they were both lies:
my nights were not sweet
terrorised bitter
by you.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
It was the kiss on my cheek
you held
just a fraction too long,
and the way you wrapped me
in your arms
that made me hate
your forced embrace.
When you whispered
‘sweet dreams. I love you’
they were both lies:
my nights were not sweet
terrorised bitter
by you.
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