He wants me to love him
Articulating his words
In a way
So that they tighten around me
Like thick cords
He sees me
For what I am not
Beautiful
Kind
Eloquent
He believes he adores me
Because of my gold tendrils
Soft brown eyes
Creamy skin
And curves lining my thighs
He wants me to love him
But I could never love
Someone like him
I’m sorry
But I’m drowning
And I need to save myself
Before it’s too late.
xxx
Talia
P.S.
I love you so much Talia and Elise. Thank you for everything.
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