"I'm sorry I went too far.. I feel like I used you."
I could only look at you after you said that.
Your heavy breathing. Lowered eyes. Messy hands.
My lips wouldn't move if I let them but they didn't need to as you kept talking,
"You didn't want to and I kept asking.. I'm sorry."
"I feel like I pressured you."
"I'm a terrible boyfriend."
The only think I could hear was " I.. I.. I.." Once again, even after using me, you still only thought of yourself.
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Dark skinned Dreams
RandomJust trying to find myself and my place. Just trying to find peace. People told me I should make a diary and this is it. It's all personal thoughts and feelings I hope that I'm not alone in feeling. Major trigger warning ahead.
