your neck is concrete
where once it was limber;
but your hair was pulled once
too vigorously
and now all you can do is nod.
and it’s not that you forgot how to say
no.
it’s that you simply cannot say
no;
no, I don’t want to hook up with you
no, this isn’t giving me any pleasure
no, you treat me like a
sub-human fleshlight.
but you still go ahead with it;
a fantastical distraction.
but that’s all it ever is
in it’s many forms;
a distraction.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
your neck is concrete
where once it was limber;
but your hair was pulled once
too vigorously
and now all you can do is nod.
and it’s not that you forgot how to say
no.
it’s that you simply cannot say
no;
no, I don’t want to hook up with you
no, this isn’t giving me any pleasure
no, you treat me like a
sub-human fleshlight.
but you still go ahead with it;
a fantastical distraction.
but that’s all it ever is
in it’s many forms;
a distraction.
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