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A Poem by belle

It hurts...and I understand the circumstances

It’s says I’m available. Why can’t you see that? All I’ve wanted for the past seventy-six days is for you to recognize that I’m here…for you. After that night I couldn’t get you off my mind, and I still can’t. You’re a f*****g parasite. I can’t stand you. But I want so badly for you to want me. In your bed again. I was shaking so violently. But that’s because you make me nervous. Terrifyingly nervous. But that’s a good thing. I like being nervous and vulnerable…in certain situations. Like this one. With you. I did things I’ve never done before. Like talk about my demons. Out loud. And you talked about yours. And I’m glad this first was with you. Because like I said on that night, I trust you and you trust me. It all works out. Except for everything that doesn’t. Like your condition, and my condition—meaning our mental states. We’re not sane. But that’s what’s so wonderful. Let’s be crazy together. You can tame the lions and I’ll be the acrobat. Flipping over and over for you.