i know i shouldn't still
think
about
him.
i know
iknowiknowiknow
i k n o w.
but somehow, i always end up
thinking
about
everything.
and what would happen if he
came
for me.
i slip out of your hold.
i can't help but think that
you can't hold something
like me.
"i'm gonna go get a glass of water..." i trailed off as i stumbled out the room,
wiping at my tears.
he still controlled me.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
