i warned him
i'd hurt myself if it felt good
if
he'd let me
he looked at me with sadness pooling in his eyes and pressed the knife deeper into my chest
because hurting me
felt good to him, too
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI've debated with myself for countless hours over whether or not I should put this out for public consumption. So if by some miracle you are seeing this, then please know that I am shocked I finally ladied up and pushed that damn publish button. Enj...
