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a counselor once told me I had abandonment issues so i have dreams of this guy shoving his tongue down my throat like a dart and it makes me s c a r e d of the things I can't see in people, unable to discern the true intentions in the b e d r o c k of their heart because I don't excavate men anymore (at least that's what I will tell myself) and I've only e v e r had boys for toys, people who give me their strings for play things. endearing but emasculating, the two things i've aspired to be and I guess I'm just terrified of not having control, of being the lowest block on the totem pole with you can leave me dangled over my head, you can leave me, you can leave me, you can leave me.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
A Man for a Month
a counselor once told me I had abandonment issues so i have dreams of this guy shoving his tongue down my throat like a dart and it makes me s c a r e d of the things I can't see in people, unable to discern the true intentions in the b e d r o c k of their heart because I don't excavate men anymore (at least that's what I will tell myself) and I've only e v e r had boys for toys, people who give me their strings for play things. endearing but emasculating, the two things i've aspired to be and I guess I'm just terrified of not having control, of being the lowest block on the totem pole with you can leave me dangled over my head, you can leave me, you can leave me, you can leave me.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015 boo.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
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