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don’t look at me like that as if you felt what i felt don’t try to empathize to make yourself feel better and then ignore me when i’m falling apart don’t come near or look into my eyes
She walks home cautiously, peering down the street The man in this darkness she does not want to meet But still, he closely follows Locking the door, she feels strangely hollow
i. he carved his name into my bones with claws under which my flesh festered. no matter how long i leave my bones to rot,
How I wish to be free From your entanglement But your vines of thick blue yarn Grab at my wrists Clasping at my throat They grow heavier on my shoulders Leaving marks of Blue In places unwanted
And this is how it starts. We're halfway into this cheap bottle of wine, both of us have seen "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" at least three dozen times, and don't think I haven't noticed your hand on my thigh.
Concrete shells dig into my fleshas your teeth gnaws at my neck –hungry, vehement, absent.
Dear You, Since you all I’ve been able to hear are shots, For each glass that I’ve learned was a plot. Caught up in a YOLO generation, And dehumanized by your melanin fixation.
I thought if I closed my eyes, I would go to sleep. And dream of beauty and butterflies and forget my broken wings.
he wanted me to want it so he pulled at my hair and screamed “cunt” at me even though that was all he wanted from me. but they told me that my chastity belt would break if I wanted it because my