You said don't touch me. You said get the fuck, get away from me.
And I respect your distance. Yes, I respect your distance.
You said don't touch me. You said get the fuck, get away from me.
And I respect your distance. Yes, I will learn to respect your distance. Because I am flawed, yes I am imperfect. And my perfection will come when I am worth it.
Now I'm down on my knees praying to get inside your head and between your legs, I am.
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"i like your hair long, too."
I know where your priorities lay. I know your love laws and where I stand in relation to them. You like my hair long and men who aren't afraid of their cock. I like to write to someone who will laugh at me if they ever hear this, or call the police. I like your hair long, too. You're solace to these hungry fucking eyes and I wish we still talked. On sleepless nights you're the contortion of my lungs choking on everything I can't say. And other nights, you're barely there at all. I breathe easy whilst carrying expressionlessness, a genetic disease for my kids to carry. Something that says, "papi loves me so much".