Too Many Times to Count

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I'm done with hugs and kisses
That make my muscles ache
With fixing broken parts of me
And the disgust that I can't shake

I'm afraid of bruises I can't see
Underneath my skin
I'm scared of being pinned to walls
And taunted with a grin

I'm sick of full length mirrors
And all their cracks and flaws
I'm sick of being tied to beds
And kept behind closed doors

I'm tired of people pushing me
To strip myself down sheer
I don't want you to ask for love
As if you're someone I don't fear

Because of you I'm done with touch,
And warmth against my skin
And when I'm forced to see myself
All I see are marks of sin

How dare you take my heart from me
How dare you break my trust
How could you see me hurting
And go on as if you must?

I guess it's my fault that I trusted you
When I knew it was a bluff
because no has never meant no before
And yes has never been enough 

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