the story of my body in 17 syllables The last time we had sex, I came, to my senses. This thing that we have, you called it "friends with benefits", but really we're not friends, and the benefits are... debatable.
So beat me up again!
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---------... Something slightly 'unhinged' for today. Zero rhyming, but plenty of other things! You don't always make love, even with the one you love. Sometimes it's just lust.
I don't know what this poem is meant to be, but it was fun to write! A poem about growth, away from innocence. Thank you <3 I miss the feeling of your misery Some people want to watch.
Weaker than what? We all have a vice. WARNING: sensitive topics
Existential questions at the border of a bridge. Inhale Eyes open, for fear of remembering