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why are the people who've never touched us
are also the ones that
leave us the most broken?
I'm sitting in a desk,
towards the back of the room,
the first time I have a flashback about you in class.

You're sitting across the room,
but it feels as if you're breathing down my neck.
My concentration shifts from taking notes,
to an all too vivid memory.

Suddenly I'm pinned down
on my own bed
with you towering over me.

The teacher talks of hominids,
but all I hear is my own screams.
A chorus of "No"
that was heavily ignored.

My breathing is shallow,
my heartbeat is rapid.

I've missed an entire slide by the time I snap out of it.

I'm not gonna borrow the notes from you, that's for sure.


(d.d.b)
fun fact: this happened to me today and I'm in hell
If you were broken, and i had the parts to fix you
i would work on you both night and day
but, i'm afraid the parts that i use would mix you
and take the best parts of you away
Ughh...
Morning light
You tease me with your beauty
For I am not ready

This morning came too quick
My bed was so cozy
Inviting me to stay a little longer
Alas, I cannot!
I've got work to do!

Trying to build up
Enough momentum to go
Two cups of coffee down
Enticing my blood to flow

Alright, it's not so bad anymore
Bed
I shall return to you
Later tonight
And our reunion
Shall be such a delight
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