Thursday, 21 September 2017

Rone Wasn't Built In A Day

I just want to respect your body, nuzzle into you and cry, have someone love my shattered psyche and appreciate how much I want to die. I want to love you softly, kindly, lay on you and wish and sigh. I want the world to fall away when I look upon your eyes. I want to feel that I am floating, floating on your fattened frame. I want to feel that I'm corroding, peeling off my scales of shame. When I'm with you I won't be anxious. When I'm with you I'll be unchained. When I'm with you I'll be the person who was never made to be mundane.

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