I want to feel loved.
I crave the melting of flesh into mine.
Boiling pores and sweating fingertips
tracing my face.
I lace myself into your hair and make myself a nest.
I am safe,
but not for long.
For I will never feel safe again,
not in your arms,
not in the arms of any.
I am *****
soiled,
used,
empty.
I am not a body of love,
No longer a *** of milk tea
on a cold day.
Watercolour stains wash away with water.
I am viper,
I am splinters,
hangnails,
and paper cuts.
I will never be soft again,
and it’s your fault.
I will never forgive you for that.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
I want to feel loved.
I crave the melting of flesh into mine.
Boiling pores and sweating fingertips
tracing my face.
I lace myself into your hair and make myself a nest.
I am safe,
but not for long.
For I will never feel safe again,
not in your arms,
not in the arms of any.
I am *****
soiled,
used,
empty.
I am not a body of love,
No longer a *** of milk tea
on a cold day.
Watercolour stains wash away with water.
I am viper,
I am splinters,
hangnails,
and paper cuts.
I will never be soft again,
and it’s your fault.
I will never forgive you for that.
Big yikes, thanks for giving me trust and intimacy issues at once *******
