Don't be a bandage in anyone's life. Bandages are thrown away after wounds heal.

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Don't be a bandage in anyone's life. Bandages are thrown away after wounds heal.
Dominants just grabbing your dick and using it to pull you around is a very slept on concept, plus not moving fast enough? Squeeze it. Whining because of the pain? Slap it. Leaking on your hand/fingers? Smear it on their face/shove your fingers down their throat. Really it's a multi use tool to get your sub all riled up.
Rag Doll (original poem)
I'm weary of being a rag doll
tossed around for amusement & pleasure
played with then swiftly dropped
then picked up again at his leisure
living off the attention
as I feed on the connection
while content on calling this love
I know others would have an objection
when my stitches rip and I fall apart,
I fear my last thought will be of him
I'll wonder if I was his favorite play thing,
and whether or not i was in his heart
I'm weary of being a ragdoll
played with til they finally get bored
thinking so little of myself in this way
is something I can no longer afford
A Helping Hand
I stay not because I am strong but because leaving would echo longer than my exhaustion
I learn the weight of another person’s silence how it bends the room how it teaches your body to move carefully as if grief might bruise if touched wrong
There are nights I become furniture useful and unnoticed holding up what would otherwise collapse my name is spoken only when something hurts and even then, quietly
I listen to stories I cannot fix I gather tears with empty hands I offer presence like a dim light that doesn’t chase the dark away only proves it isn’t absolute
Being there means swallowing my own breaking postponing it for a more convenient hour it means learning that love does not always feel warm sometimes it feels like standing in the cold so someone else doesn’t have to
And when they finally sleep or finally heal or finally leave I am left alone with the shape they made in me a hollow that looks disturbingly like purpose and a question I don’t how to ask without sounding like abandonment
Little did I know how blurred the line was between being wanted and being used
imagine pitying yourself and your mental illness instead of doing anything about it and blaming all your wrongdoings on it😂😂😂🤣🤣 (and then complaining people with your condition have a bad rep🤣🤣🤣)
it's your fault😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣DUMBASS??
im done helping people who don't appreciate me bro🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣all they do is make me feel stupid
it's not my fault you lack any sensibility🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣nd refuse to even try controlling yourself
youre not the only person on earth🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣with feelings🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣i don't deserve to be treated like shit🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Being alone with my thoughts is getting increasingly more and more dangerous