K K Poems

I would let him open myself and pick out my heart just to hold it.
I would let him cut up my sternum just to see what's inside.
I'd let him pick apart the pieces he loved the most to keep.
I'd be the most beautiful experiment If he wanted.
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You like when my breath is etched into the nape of your neck.
When my hands are clawing on your chest.
When my muscles are contracting onto yours.
But you don't love me.
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I'll tell you.
It's desperation filling your empty spots.
It's reassurance you'll give but never receive.
It's giving everything for nothing in return
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I used to say I'd rather to have loved than never loved at all.
I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
BUT I AM SO SICK OF FEELING PAIN.
I AM SO TIRED OF TRYING NOT TO SLIP AWAY.
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