Love on the cheap
But at great expense.
Will I ever learn?
I'll live in hopeful
Future tense.
I wish for love
But live in fear,
Anxieties flooding back,
Pulling me away
From this beaten track.
Your mark lingers
On my fragile neck
So encircled
By your strong hands;
Bruises of your fingertips
On my thighs -
I escaped the den of the bear,
You never really wanted me there.
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Comments1
Beautifully written. Love that 'I'll live in hopeful future tense'.
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