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Rage
I know you.
I know you a little more than I should.
I know your lips, I know your tongue,
I remember the love language you spoke,
the sweet nothings you whispered to me
as my head rested on your beatless chest.
I know your eyes, I know your hands,
I remember how you looked at me with such hunger in your eyes and how I became putty every time you touched me.
I remember your lips, I remember your tongue,
I know how you told me it was a mistake,
how effortless lying seemed to you.
I remember your eyes, I remember your hands,
I know the rage that was in your eyes,
how your fists demanded cooperation against my ribs.
I remember you,
my body aches at the memory of you even when I try to forget
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Published 24th Mar 2022
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