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@okoham
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I got pain
to learn from
but insecurities
to forever
suffer from
I just
want to incite
your emotions
even if it
means
relinquishing
to my insecurities.
how do i fucking know
that you want me,
that you are into me,
when you
fuck me
and cum inside me
but never
give me attention for
My feminine needs?
the worst part is
you didn’t even defend yourself
I left the bed,
now wrinkled
from our tireless movements
slathered in
white and shattered gray.
And the thin blanket
that once
entwined two bodies together,
peeled away
forgotten
like dead skin.
like fresh soil
and excrements,
damp from the sweats
and tears
of
what could have been
if we laid there
dreaming
together without fears.
my rotten core
smells of petrichor
it’s sweet
but deceiving
it’s nostalgic
but screaming
it’s cleansing
but bleeding
for love
i am incessantly
searching for the essence
of reminiscence
which is essential
for the senses
at the expense
of my repentance
dont care if it’s golden
i dont need doors to
decide
whether my path will be opened or closed
but please
close the door behind me
I fucking hate this draft
of the chills of the past
that
whisper the sins
that I never meant to
commit
for the sake of your pleasure and love
like a twice eaten apple
first for skin
second for the flesh
but never for the seed
you haven’t
the faintest idea
of
how much I wanna drink
the words
that drip off your nicotined lips
it’s sad really
what dopamine
does to you clean
it’s sad really
how my mind
forgets easily of the unseen
internal screams
of anger and abuse
searching for the moment of truth
‘I like you’ slips off my tongue
like it wasn’t meant to
ever belong to you
and it’s sad really
what ecstasy
I tasted from you
like pulling silk out of my hair
I can’t tell the difference between
pain and self-care
tender madness
softly like a peach fuzz
I’m singing the wilhelm scream
will you come back?
I ask god
but something about it ain’t right
like angels being sent to hell
I fall back to reality
it’s sad really
how I care so much
for something that’s so out of touch
with my insanity
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