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We stood on the flowerbeds rooted in my ripe, velvet spine We danced in waves of milky lilac, the world was yours and mine. For once, my mind was serene although I heard a tiny whisper. A whistle-blower distorted and mild; I think you drowned her in the river, Striking tapestries unscroll from your lips, blindly shedding colours as the leaves fall Lies were tucked snug under your tongue and so was I, (it gets chilly after all), You liked to pace ahead, in a rush to build a promised fort. I trudge behind you, stitching our skin- a needle too dull, a thread too short Thumbs hooked in my sunken stomach; a snack for every time I strolled astray but you were laced around my throat, and so my hunger seemed to stay, I drank from your stretched-out palms; I waited for the day that it quenches me. But a blade of grass in that barren patch, is all that I will ever be We went for these walks so often, (I might as well have walked in all fours) we danced in waves of milky lilac, the world is only ever yours                                a.r.
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
A walk in the park
We stood on the flowerbeds rooted in my ripe, velvet spine We danced in waves of milky lilac, the world was yours and mine. For once, my mind was serene although I heard a tiny whisper. A whistle-blower distorted and mild; I think you drowned her in the river, Striking tapestries unscroll from your lips, blindly shedding colours as the leaves fall Lies were tucked snug under your tongue and so was I, (it gets chilly after all), You liked to pace ahead, in a rush to build a promised fort. I trudge behind you, stitching our skin- a needle too dull, a thread too short Thumbs hooked in my sunken stomach; a snack for every time I strolled astray but you were laced around my throat, and so my hunger seemed to stay, I drank from your stretched-out palms; I waited for the day that it quenches me. But a blade of grass in that barren patch, is all that I will ever be We went for these walks so often, (I might as well have walked in all fours) we danced in waves of milky lilac, the world is only ever yours                                a.r.
#love#relationships#toxic#abuse#narcissist#codependent
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averqe
23/F/UK
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
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