I can smell you on me and it makes me sick.
I hate having you hands alll over me
i cants stand when you pull me into you. when you touch my head hands feet
i drown away my disgust in the half emoty bottle s . they lay waiting. its as if they know. they were ready for you. i was not
I dont want you to hold me
or touch me
or smell my hair.
or hug me
or smile that smarmy smile that always asks for more
i don't know what i had been thinking all this time.
the wet driveway held excitement, remincint rain, it felt new. you did not
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