tw abuse
sometimes i wonder if you were a monster in the shape of a boy or a boy in the shape of a monster
because i dont think im able to tell you apart anymore from the man my brain makes you out to be — back when you were still growing into your shoulders and your voice wouldn't stop breaking even when you held my head down and pleaded until the dam behind my eyes grew swollen with salt and my throat cut itself raw
yeah. i don't know
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tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
