May 2019
your hands tighten around my neck and my breathing stops.
i think for a moment that this is love.
you have always punched, kicked, slapped me. i just don't care anymore.
this is love to you, but
this isn't love to me anymore.
i think for a moment that this is love.
you have always punched, kicked, slapped me. i just don't care anymore.
this is love to you, but
this isn't love to me anymore.
would it be possible for you to help me find every little piece of myself?
