I seem to think of you
When my trauma wakes me up at 3 AM
Convincing me that the smell of your touch
Will bring me to me a euphoric ******
When all i can remember is the shrill sounds of your rage
With your phalanges around my throat in bouts of anger
Or ecstasy
Tricking my frontal cortex into thinking
That this is what security feels like
Where real love equates to immense suffering
And “i love you”
wreaks in self sacrifice
But that feels better than accepting
The silence of loneliness at night
Because you're not here for our
Emotional incontinence to rock
Each other to sleep
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 5:15 AM UTC
I seem to think of you
When my trauma wakes me up at 3 AM
Convincing me that the smell of your touch
Will bring me to me a euphoric ******
When all i can remember is the shrill sounds of your rage
With your phalanges around my throat in bouts of anger
Or ecstasy
Tricking my frontal cortex into thinking
That this is what security feels like
Where real love equates to immense suffering
And “i love you”
wreaks in self sacrifice
But that feels better than accepting
The silence of loneliness at night
Because you're not here for our
Emotional incontinence to rock
Each other to sleep
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