I.
Some nights
it's like hoover **** has broken
right behind my eyes
and there's no noise
no shaky breath
just wet cheeks.
II.
I can't make it stop and
there's nothing even wrong.
I'm terrified to sleep
with someone someday;
I don't want anyone
to know.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
I.
Some nights
it's like hoover **** has broken
right behind my eyes
and there's no noise
no shaky breath
just wet cheeks.
II.
I can't make it stop and
there's nothing even wrong.
I'm terrified to sleep
with someone someday;
I don't want anyone
to know.
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