I stumble into the living room
Exhausted from the day that
Dragged for seemingly an eternity
Sinking my knees into the carpet
And letting myself spill onto the floor
My head split from the swarms of thought
That cloud my mind
And drown me in feelings of both
Being filled to the point of cracking open
And hollow to a nearly self devouring
Chasm of black and cold
Look upon the screen to see
The sight of lovers entangled
And feel the blood in my veins run icy
At a scene that should be called warm
Full of love and heated passion
Yet my hair stands on its end
And my skin crawl
As ghostly hands trace my spine
And memories of whispers cause
My stomach to churn and eyes
Dart to the floor
I am starved for love and connection
But cry out at the slightest stroke
each nerve reels as though
Struck by lightning
And screams
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't hurt me
Stay away
Your monstrous love has broken me
So now I hide from that which is real
And would not claw me to pieces
As you have
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Paper girl
PoetryA collection of late night thoughts, from spills of emotion to 3am moods. Including childhood poems, Letters I never got to send, Lyrics I can't sing aloud, And miscellaneous quotes and fragments from yet to be published stories. Disclaimer: •chapt...
