Stabbing shooting pain erupts from my spirit as your mouth spits
lies as well-meaning truth Hatred rushes over me
It overcomes me to the point where I have no
breaking point
If I could just... NO!
But, I could just... NO!
What if I... NO!
Questions my subconscious debates with itself contemplating how
to "finish him" in this game of life Peace and calm come to me like
a giant wave from a tsunbami
You should worry
You SHOULD be worried as I smilke and hug and smell your funk
Discovering your kindness as yesterday's lunch
"Be careful"
"Be afraid", they say "the calm comes before the storm"
So, what did you want to watch? Comedy, cartoon, documentary, what? “I really don’t want to watch anything,” he said. “Can we just listen to some music instead?” “Sure,” I replied. I go to the computer and put on some jazz. He sits on the couch, looking perplexed.
“Are you ok?” I asked. I’ve never seen him look like this before. I stand in front of him in between his legs. He lays his head on my chest, embracing my back. “I’m fine,” he replies. I just missed you, and I’m trying not to fall for you.” Huh?
My facial expression turns into an emoji of confusion. Spike never mentioned that there were feelings or that he may have them for me. I’m stumped and at a loss for words. At that moment, he begins to rub the backs of my thighs, lifting my dress and revealing my bare ass.
Grabbing at each cheek like he’s trying to palm a basketball. He kisses me softly from my chest to the beginning of my “forbidden valley. Quickly, he spins me so my ass is now in his face, parting my cheeks to expose the dripping faucet that has begun to spring a leak.
I keep racking my brain and going insane
at the thought that your words bring
Confusion and distrust,
which makes me
mis-trust...
You
Your kind words
burn like acid
Your once warm hugs
scorch me with the heat of a thousand suns
The kisses that used to greet me
Now tear the flesh from my face, scarring me from the outside in
Is this payback for all my sins?
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