The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.
It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.
When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.
When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.
Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
Imagining his voice,
the way he would cup my face,
Reliving the ****
reliving the abuse
I did this
I should have left
A year ago
Don't talk about it
it never happened
I was ***** and abused by my boyfriend
said he loved me
used me and threw me out for the next
took my virginity
held onto my mind
he dosen't let go
his face haunts me every day,
moving to the otherside of the world and he stays put in me
Hating myself for being *******
Not he/she/they but "the borderline"
The borderline imagines this elaborate fantasy to be necessary
the borderline turns to clinginess
the borderline may exhibit narcissistic symptoms
the borderline the borderline the borderline
a chalk marking on the sidewalk
trees separating territories
a sign stating do not cross
I am human
but since I'm a 'borderline'
you wouldn't know that
I'm a trainwreck
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