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The overwhelmingly sweet, tangy, words that come out your throat when speaking made me queasy with a sickness.
My body shakes signaling “I'm full! This is enough!!” But the words you say again made me believe it was a consultant.
A foul trick to play, why do you tug on my conscience like one of your leverages?
Lying to myself in the same agreed delusion that this is “love”.
I shouldn't have to belittle myself to this torture!!
pitching a voice and degradation.
You speak as if to convince yourself and me of such lies! Which is the one in control of this game? My heart and eyes are tied down to anchors. Another wasted mineral sunk down into a wishing well of trapped potential. The fantasy, dreamlike and so fairytale ending of adulthood, which ends in me and you running off together.
To be trapped with someone like you is even worse than the rubble I have crawled out from!! Yet I laughed in your face at solace! I know what I need. What my heart settles for is fragile hands, and soft skin. The touch of another like me. I won't call another by the name of “mine”, no one's to keep or have complete ownership under paperwork. I will be ever so grateful to have one when chance arises. For now I will keep my bearings and learn to share the love I will soon express over to her.