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As I wake I find that he is the taste in my mouth His smell lingers on my sheets It hangs heavy in the air He’s on my skin And he’s in my hair I touch myself He’s there too As I dress I push him To the back of my mind But he slowly slinks back Into my thoughts I am overwhelmed Every part of my being Is consumed by him I am weak with out him I am even weaker In his cold embrace Perhaps I was always this weak And it has nothing to do with him Maybe he is just a crutch A ***** little place to point at Accusingly A scapegoat for my flaws This thought calms my nerves And puts my busy head at bay I bathe and his smell slides Off my skin The essence he had left on me Is now gone And is spinning down the drain He is gone now And I have full control
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Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
Purgatory
As I wake I find that he is the taste in my mouth His smell lingers on my sheets It hangs heavy in the air He’s on my skin And he’s in my hair I touch myself He’s there too As I dress I push him To the back of my mind But he slowly slinks back Into my thoughts I am overwhelmed Every part of my being Is consumed by him I am weak with out him I am even weaker In his cold embrace Perhaps I was always this weak And it has nothing to do with him Maybe he is just a crutch A ***** little place to point at Accusingly A scapegoat for my flaws This thought calms my nerves And puts my busy head at bay I bathe and his smell slides Off my skin The essence he had left on me Is now gone And is spinning down the drain He is gone now And I have full control
liz-devine
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Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
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