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.