While I was writing pages and pages of why I loved you
You were preparing to cut out my bones
with your words
leaving me dismal and unfree
I can’t help but think of your cock
as I cry
because it was the only
which wasn’t a punishment
but a blessing
I know you’re presence in my life is a gift
every broken promise,
every broken dream,
every time my skin broke open
and spilled free paint across the floor
led me to you
a bird,
a sun,
a moon,
an everything I’ve ever wanted
a dream come true
a cliche love story
a disarmament treaty
a love
so unlike any other
I’m drowning in silence
but I’m trying to scream
can you feel this?
I need to know if you can feel this.
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