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Even in my tomb,you haunt me

I felt my head tilting back, ciphering devotional
flesh as if a tactile galleria, when becoming a
prisoner walled behind your hurtful gestures,

�Take me out of myself � lingered as a halo
above, as I told the world my heartbeats had
slept naked on another's lips, for the first time.
In those moments died for you over and over
again.

Frantic, all I could hear repeatedly was you
laughing in my face, at my outcries, that was
torturing, pain. Til, this day your egotistical
jokes echoing throughout my mind and heart,
damaging stains forever concealed

I�m not as �adept� still I gave you all I had left
to give. And to bring my worries to light and
honesty, you would just overlook my words,
making it that much harder to resurface in your
arms.

Alas, in my horniest affectionate moments, my
thoughts would cloud over my senses, my throat
began trapping moans and sighs, my fingertips
turned colder and bluer each time you would
touch me.

Somehow I became a whore for your attention,
thought it was the right thing to do.

Then very thought of you touching me, became
a turn-off. A bleeding that morphed into a
spiritual breakdown. I began to feel so dead
inside.Riddled with symptoms of withdrawal
because I loved you more than anything.

Would�ve done anything you asked of me. I
would�ve resulted with you anywhere. Now a
priority lost. I regret never telling you, my spirit
loved you long before the rest of I did.