One day I will wake up and this body will be mine again.
Although right now, I see them like tattoos, you have left no stains on my skin. They aren't really there.
One day I will wake up and I will no longer feel your hands on my throat holding me captive in the comfort of your familiarity.
One day I will wake up and I won't love you anymore.
And when you try to come back to me, craving the love that only I could give you, I won't be there.
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Love and Other Shit That Makes It Hard To Sleep
PoetrySad shit, love shit, makes you wanna cry and shit. Just some poems I wrote. The things that inspire me are usually sad, but one day, I'm gonna be able to write about how happy I am.
