and i imagine that you can too .
when time is most precious and we're at our most vulnerable .
and you can read my mind, and then i wonder what you don't want me to know .
there are things you don't say; everyone has something to hide .
my hands are around her throat and she's an ugly shade of aquamarine. when you're fucking her/me.
she's always around and i can't get rid of her, no matter how hard i try.
i'm choking her and she's sputtering and coughing. her eyes look up at me and she's not begging me to stop, she's pushing me on "you can do this".
the hate literally boils in my stomach. nausea hits, it's one thing and another. my hands turn to yours and back. you're never holding on hard enough. you never commit fully enough.
i don't know you as well as i know her/she knows you. and now i'm wondering is this a trend in your life ?
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