untitled 2 (06/24/19)

i feel so weak.

 

i am a beggar pleading for change

 

from a man whose hands i'm afraid will never give to me again.

 

i only yearn for those few small tokens of affection.

 

that "i love you".

 

that "you're beautiful".

 

that touch that floods through my veins

 

as if the dams protecting my heart

 

crashed open at full force.

 

i'm begging now.

 

please don't leave me.

 

please don't leave me.

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