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cool-story |
Also published in Broowaha
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cool-story |
Also published in Broowaha
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ureyes2me |
The wound, hidden, bled through his clothes
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lizzesaurus |
Now love is to suffer at addictions hand,
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I gave you my desire,
I gave you my fire,
I gave you my touch
I loved you so much
I gave you my labor
I gave you my anchor
I gave you my shield
I loved you to yield
I gave you my years
I gave you my tears
I gave you understanding
I loved you unending
I gave you my nights
I gave you my rights
I gave you my soul
I loved you to be whole
I gave, you took
I gave, you turned
I gave, you went
I gave, I miss me….
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You shout at me, I try to ignore what you do
Your always there, I try to behave
You won’t let me be alone, I don’t want a shadow
You don’t let me talk, I’m too loud
You will never give up, I try to run
You make me afraid, I make excuses
You intimidate my friends, I try to explain
You hide and peek at me, I can’t know where you are
You intrude on my privacy, I just want to be alone
You threaten my existence, I just want to be safe
You make me do things, I’m embarrassed to say
You sink lower in your life, I watch you fall
You struggle to bring me down, I struggle to breathe
You will not win, I’ll survive
You will not change me, I’ll be hard
You will not violate me again, I will kill
“We met one day after I was diagnosed
“We met one day after I was diagnosed
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Syrkell |
Yeah, I paid you for your services, what you thought was sex. Yeah, you used all my drugs, trashed my house, and spent my money. You lay down next to me, and to your surprise, I ask, “Can you just hold me”. You left within a minute, surprised at the intimacy I required. I can get sex without paying for it, but can I get you to just hold me? No amount of money or drugs can get you to just lay here for hours, caressing me, holding me, giving me affection, helping me to feel like I’m someone special. You leave me here, alone, me and my high. I can never get high enough, drunk enough, to lose this feeling of rejection and abandonment. I need to have a woman’s touch, that thing which you hold from me, your affections. Now I must go on, with wildness fucking every woman I can get my hands on, trying in vain to quench this thirst with the salt water of lust. What a fucked up game this is, a fucked up hand I’ve been dealt, to need something that I can never get on my own, to need you. I suppose I can blame it on anything I wish, but in the end, can you just hold me?
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