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Letting someone touch me is like dancing with the devil. The way I flinch whenever someone goes to touch me or the way I have to try and train my brain that the boy that is holding me at night now isn’t trying to choke me when he moves his hand around my face - all reminds of a duet dance the stumbling and passion. 
Touching me in the slightest is like balancing on our toes to tango and I hate that my past still haunts me to this day and I think that everyone in my room with an outstretched hand has a gun behind their back and that at any moment a sweet encounter could be something else. Something terrifying, a reminder of why I don’t trust guys and why I’m so desensitised to the violence - why don’t my eyes close and let me snooze or drift into a place where I cannot be hurt? I am an adult that is learning to trust and to love from the start again - learning the basics of human connection and communication and sometimes I wish you could see through my eyes just to realise how dark the other side really is.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
Close Encounters
Letting someone touch me is like dancing with the devil. The way I flinch whenever someone goes to touch me or the way I have to try and train my brain that the boy that is holding me at night now isn’t trying to choke me when he moves his hand around my face - all reminds of a duet dance the stumbling and passion. 
Touching me in the slightest is like balancing on our toes to tango and I hate that my past still haunts me to this day and I think that everyone in my room with an outstretched hand has a gun behind their back and that at any moment a sweet encounter could be something else. Something terrifying, a reminder of why I don’t trust guys and why I’m so desensitised to the violence - why don’t my eyes close and let me snooze or drift into a place where I cannot be hurt? I am an adult that is learning to trust and to love from the start again - learning the basics of human connection and communication and sometimes I wish you could see through my eyes just to realise how dark the other side really is.
writing about how ******* up I am from my ex that I cannot stand being touched now
#past#haunting#relationship#abuse#hurt#touch#dancing#devil#religious#future
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20/F/Australia
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
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