ill use you,
your pretty hole(s)

wouldn't you like that, dear?

all you do is beg and beg,
it gets annoying but
it's okay :)

just be a subby little bottom for me.

maybe
i dont know how to live
on my own
while being comfortable
with being me,
with being not okay,
with living.

but
does it matter?

ill always be left alone

no
matter
what.

my dear,

you are the worst and best thing that has happened to me.

if i didn't know you,
i wouldn't know myself.
i wouldn't know what to do,
i wouldn't know
anything

but,

i would maybe trust myself a little more
i would've taken care of myself

perhaps,

i may have had more friends.


but everything happens for a reason, love.

if you want me to be honest,

if im being honest,

i've healed.
the wounds you've created have healed.

i have forgotten you.

you are nothing but
an inconvenience in the past.


i dont need you anymore.

what is considered home?

is it safe?

is it a happy place?

is it somewhere where you can be you?