Is there a moment where “no” loses all its weight?
I wanted you there, as I wished for your skin against mine.
So was I trying to use my voice far too late?
I wanted to watch your face as you came undone.
So did I forfeit the words to trip across my teeth?
I told you no because the bruises would mark my skin.
Perhaps I was joking because I’d let you lie within?

Am I allowed to be angry now?

Years have passed since I took you to my bed
So should these words have just stayed within my head?





Bit of a heavy one tonight friends. Sorry about that. I was just inspired by something I watched, and it brought these words onto the page.

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