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Limelight
You could ravish me behind closed doors, windows and curtains; but would not do so in the daylight.
You could dip your fingers into me, and make me sing such beautiful melodies, but you did not have the courage to be with me in the daylight, in front of the sky and the trees, and others;
and that feeling cuts like knives in the pit of my stomach,
the feeling of shame that had no business living on the inside of my bones in the first place.
Shame that you placed between my ribs.
And fuck you, for ever making me believe that It ever belonged there in the first place, for making me believe that my body was anything less than utterly fucking breathtakingly beautiful.
You could dip your fingers into me, and make me sing such beautiful melodies, but you did not have the courage to be with me in the daylight, in front of the sky and the trees, and others;
and that feeling cuts like knives in the pit of my stomach,
the feeling of shame that had no business living on the inside of my bones in the first place.
Shame that you placed between my ribs.
And fuck you, for ever making me believe that It ever belonged there in the first place, for making me believe that my body was anything less than utterly fucking breathtakingly beautiful.
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