something
you should be here to give me,
hold me as I long to
be tied up and
beaten
filling every inch of my
body with it.
that or fill my belly with
whiskey
and hide under a veil of bubbles
I want to kiss kiss and become
lost
in the songs that saved my life fifteen years prior.
longing to be touched until I am bruised so
I turn the sound off
and ignore my calls.
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