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I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

T.L. Martin

Love me like my demons do.
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Demon Love Myself
She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
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Best Fire Hell Myself Scars Stunning
Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.
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Hard Hell Myself Stand Touch
Like I’m a puzzle to be worked out and he’s got all damn day.
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Day Myself Puzzle Work
Doesn’t he know I want everything? And in return, I’ll give him all of me.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Return
I might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.
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Fancy Forget Head Important Myself Wash Woman
If there ever was a time not to be fragile, this is it.
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Fragile Time Vulnerable
He’s just as fucked up as the rest of us. Some of us just wear our creep on our sleeves.
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Appearance Hard Time Ourselves Struggle
There’s a reason we only hire blondes.
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Blonde Hire Reason
Gifts are meant to be wrapped. Honestly, it’s basic etiquette.
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Basic Gift Honesty Wrap
The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.
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Conversation Discussion Fingers Skin Yourself
You understand what I’m telling you, Tommy? You have a light inside you, and the only person who gets to decide whether that light shines or not is you.
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Decision Light Person Shine Talk Understand Yourself
But I was still weird enough that people otherwise left me alone.
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Alone Enough Myself Weird
I don’t want to hide. Not from you.
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Hide Love Myself Relationship
You will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong – I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.
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Control Lose Ready See Wrong Yourself
Submissive, sure, but someone who wants it all the same.
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Routine Submissive
I desire very little, but the things I do consume me.
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Consumption Desire Myself
Before I found an outlet through sex and blood.
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Blood Myself Sex
Come to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.
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Existence Myself Pieces
Be you. All of you. Without consequence. Without judgment.
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Be Yourself Consequence Judgement Original Self Love
Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.
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Breathe Fade Floor Herself Listening Shower
Art is a private piece of me.
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Art Myself One Liner Pieces Privacy
Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.
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Company Each Other Future Heart Broken Myself Past Perfection
Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.
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Darkness Hurt Image Myself Try Understand
Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
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Gravity Madness Myself
We both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are.
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Force Touch Yourself
When half the town, law enforcement included, has paid the woman in question for an ‘adult evening,’ it’s almost impressive how quickly she loses credibility.
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Herself Impression Law Lose Pay Price Question Quick Woman

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

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