*** is something you are either there for or you’re not. I’ve been absent my whole life. Abstinence or petulance.
“Why are you scared of me?” left your lips.
I grasped at the sheets, at the sheer veil I wore for six years, for you, for him, for us, for me.
Therapy, lobotomy, trigonometry, ***
all different forms of torture.
Be there for me, be there for me.
Coax the *** out of me.
Lave away my wounds, open me up, dig in deep, uncover all this hurt.
I can’t tell you to dominate me in any other words.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 12:14 AM UTC
*** is something you are either there for or you’re not. I’ve been absent my whole life. Abstinence or petulance.
“Why are you scared of me?” left your lips.
I grasped at the sheets, at the sheer veil I wore for six years, for you, for him, for us, for me.
Therapy, lobotomy, trigonometry, ***
all different forms of torture.
Be there for me, be there for me.
Coax the *** out of me.
Lave away my wounds, open me up, dig in deep, uncover all this hurt.
I can’t tell you to dominate me in any other words.
Hurting in all of the wrong ways
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