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you asked if i wanted you to stay i mumbled and rolled over longing for sleep that was all i wanted and you had no part in it but you stayed you turned me back over told me you were taking off my pants, then they were gone. i lay there still, but you didn’t stop now i didn’t want to fall under sleep’s healing spell i needed to. but you didn’t stop hickeys scratches a theatrical moan and arch in my spine all but an excruciating facade, a wail for help and writhing agony but you hadn’t heard me before and you didn’t comprehend now and that was enough for you to be satisfied i returned my clothing to where it belonged and sleep snatched me away, where i thought i belonged but this time she didn’t heal she pressed pause and when the sun pressed play again a new torment rose with me i lost my trust in the light’s ability to light me and the night’s ability to refresh and perhaps the sun stopped trusting me too, bestowing a dread each morning, and reminding me of those questions i knew it best not to ask like what did i do wrong what am i doing to make myself hurt so much now what is enough and what if i can’t escape the sun’s mistrust now
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
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you asked if i wanted you to stay i mumbled and rolled over longing for sleep that was all i wanted and you had no part in it but you stayed you turned me back over told me you were taking off my pants, then they were gone. i lay there still, but you didn’t stop now i didn’t want to fall under sleep’s healing spell i needed to. but you didn’t stop hickeys scratches a theatrical moan and arch in my spine all but an excruciating facade, a wail for help and writhing agony but you hadn’t heard me before and you didn’t comprehend now and that was enough for you to be satisfied i returned my clothing to where it belonged and sleep snatched me away, where i thought i belonged but this time she didn’t heal she pressed pause and when the sun pressed play again a new torment rose with me i lost my trust in the light’s ability to light me and the night’s ability to refresh and perhaps the sun stopped trusting me too, bestowing a dread each morning, and reminding me of those questions i knew it best not to ask like what did i do wrong what am i doing to make myself hurt so much now what is enough and what if i can’t escape the sun’s mistrust now
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lilah-2
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
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