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03/11/13
Be my bandage tonight.
Stitch me up and
pull my heartstrings until I’m screaming
“I’m a real boy!”
again.
Or just purr into my neck enough
to melt the ice that has me frozen in this place.
Choke back my words with your hands before I have the chance to ruin this.
Fuck me
and leave welts on my body
that I can finally blame on someone else.
Give me something real to regret.
Stitch me up and
pull my heartstrings until I’m screaming
“I’m a real boy!”
again.
Or just purr into my neck enough
to melt the ice that has me frozen in this place.
Choke back my words with your hands before I have the chance to ruin this.
Fuck me
and leave welts on my body
that I can finally blame on someone else.
Give me something real to regret.
Published 13th Mar 2013
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