the trace of his lips. My fingertip turned holy
wanting to crawl inside him; hide there until the pain comes.
Living in the rejection. Familiar. I don’t know how
acceptance feels. A strange place that.
Crawling from the tips of his toes to the top of head. Entangle my fingers in his hair. Losing
myself just under his skin.
"Maybe we should stop. I don’t want to hurt your feelings"
"It’ll be okay. I’m fine"
I need this
Just to feel something
Something
Even if it is pain
These tears aren’t for you
I’m mourning the love
I never had for myself
This is horribly delicious
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