By Tat2dAngel
Date: 29 March 2000
bad trip
I found my feet
only to have you knock me on my ass again
I crawl and end up on my knees
I tilt my head in a supposed-to-be-seductive way
that always feels so awkward
and there I am
staring into that fuck-me look in your eyes, again.
My desperation, my addiction to your harsh touch
makes me cringe and gag,
I squeeze my eyes shut, blocking out
that tainted smirk you carry so well
I cry out, fall up
and run to the toilet
where I shoove my finger down my throat
hoping to violently purge
all your sweet lies
and my damaged dreams of
an us that was never meant to be.
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