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mythie
Poems
Dec 2017
toxicity.
Another day in bed.
My pillow dry with tears.
You're waiting for another breakdown.
Another plea for help.
You crave me.
You want to corrupt my mind so that I will only be yours.
What hurts, even more, is how much it works.
How much I can't run away from you.
I could leave your apartment.
The door is so close.
Yet, after I cry you just shove your hands down my pants.
We get busy after that.
You make me weak.
You make me vulnerable.
You use me when I am out of strength.
To fulfil your selfish desires.
"Come here, I'll make you feel better."
My thighs are always bruised.
I expected long conversations underneath a sparkly sky.
I expected cuddles and reassurance that everything was alright.
What I got was a torn *****, bloodied bedsheets.
Bruised ankles and red eyes.
I never told you "No."
Because if I did, how would you react?
I didn't tell you this.
But I'm late.
It hasn't come in a month and I got worried.
I spit up blood more than twice a week.
How can I tell you?
You'll ask me to get rid of it.
Yet you keep pushing me.
My limits are breaking.
You're going to hurt them, stop thrusting.
It hurts.
Stop.
#abortion
#abort
#toxic
#toxicity
#relationships
#relationship
#love
#loving
#hurt
#angst
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