𝚴𝚶 𝚰𝐒 𝚮𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐃𝚶𝚴𝚬

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There was a point in my life where being in your arms didn't mean security anymore.
The same arms reminded me of a cold place and I paralysed, stayed in between them so please don't ask me if I'm comfortable
I won't tell you
I'd rather be laying on the ground but I don't know how you've pulled out of my throat the words I held back and now you're controlling me.

I thought I wouldn't find you in others
but your shadow followed them
your hands are everyones.
I winced and flinched
like when you once touched me
because you're him
you're everywhere
even where I don't want you to be
in my head and still, in my dreams you're still careless of whether or not you hold me with the thought of letting go.
In my dreams, your hands are still over me
a body you can't get over or
is it a body that can't get over you?

No harm is done.
No woes left unwritten.
All that untouched beauty is left in place
go now, run little daughter
I check to see
I knew I had to get away
tears I held back
trickled down my face
took in a deep breath
deep enough to cleanse my lungs
maybe I should cleanse my face
or my soul since I've sinned like crazy
I've skinned myself of the layers you've touched without permission.
I pressed both my hands against it hoping I wouldn't get sick, feeling the urge to rip another layer off, since my heart had been shielded away for so long and in situations like that one, I hated to be so naive.
It wasn't like he'd actually hurt me.
Arms slipped around my waist and I let out a sob followed by a scream when the smell of you hit my nose, shredding my instincts
swear to you I'll never come close to you.

@hvnyboo | @evaish_

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