You go back because it's comfortable
But the bed is lined with thorns
The comforter a prickley mess against your skin
Love is thick here but the trust is thin
His arms are warm around you
But something stirs inside
It remembers more than you do
A scream that dulls with every rejection
Eventually being buried
By more pleasant things
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
You go back because it's comfortable
But the bed is lined with thorns
The comforter a prickley mess against your skin
Love is thick here but the trust is thin
His arms are warm around you
But something stirs inside
It remembers more than you do
A scream that dulls with every rejection
Eventually being buried
By more pleasant things
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