I used to grip your hair in my hands
you choked me sometimes
it wasn't all in lust
I scratched your back so hard
I left marks
and I'm sure there was dead skin underneath my finger nails
You didn't like to kiss when you expressed love physically
I didn't mind because kissing preoccupied me
We met on the same wave length of dysfunction
and our vibrations created a dimension in which we could disappear in
You would stare so deep into my eyes
that you would see past them
Sometimes we cried
but we never stopped
you were so gentle
But you hurt me and I don't mean when we did things sexually
I mean intellectually
out of all of our destruction in the act of reproduction
I only ever felt hurt through your words
What I would do to lose myself to you again
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC
I used to grip your hair in my hands
you choked me sometimes
it wasn't all in lust
I scratched your back so hard
I left marks
and I'm sure there was dead skin underneath my finger nails
You didn't like to kiss when you expressed love physically
I didn't mind because kissing preoccupied me
We met on the same wave length of dysfunction
and our vibrations created a dimension in which we could disappear in
You would stare so deep into my eyes
that you would see past them
Sometimes we cried
but we never stopped
you were so gentle
But you hurt me and I don't mean when we did things sexually
I mean intellectually
out of all of our destruction in the act of reproduction
I only ever felt hurt through your words
What I would do to lose myself to you again
