06.24.17 “when your lips collided with a neck that wasn’t mine, tell me it tasted like d

06.24.17 “when your lips collided with a neck that wasn’t mine, tell me it tasted like death,
like tombstones driving us apart, like ghosts coming out of their graves. 
tell me you had to stop once because you felt too bad-
tell me how that made you feel like less of a man, so you kept trying through the guilt, through the tears, through the shame. tell me it didn’t feel like artwork, the way you threw yourself on my body like brush strokes. tell me it was rushed, you were drunk, it didn’t feel right;
with us, it was more than just sex.
tell me I was the only one you didn’t use as a quick fix to get what you wanted.
tell me I’m different -
tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.
the leave. get out.
don’t make me say it again”
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