Eye Stigmata
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Intimacy is a four syllable word for "Here are my heart and soul - please grind them into hamburger and enjoy".
He said Hi . I said Hi
He talked. I talked
We went for dinner...to movies...shopping...to bed.
Where the intellectual part of the relationship went?....who knows. Everything can be going fine, then you sleep together...then again...and again...and again...forget 'dating'....your only '****ing'.
I told myself I would never get attatched to a 'no strings' person... I didn't think I was capable of feeling anything intimate after being raped.
I was wrong.
And so...that's it... used and abused in a different way. Not forced, but persuaded. Not strangled, but controlled. Not cut and brusied, but broken hearted.
When will I ever learn?
I feel like I have this permanent sticker on my head that says 'take advantage of me please...because im not worth anything better"
It's my own fault for letting it get to where it did.....but who can turn down such kind loving words, massages and pampering.....it's a game, and that's all it will ever be.
He said Hi . I said Hi
He talked. I talked
We went for dinner...to movies...shopping...to bed.
Where the intellectual part of the relationship went?....who knows. Everything can be going fine, then you sleep together...then again...and again...and again...forget 'dating'....your only '****ing'.
I told myself I would never get attatched to a 'no strings' person... I didn't think I was capable of feeling anything intimate after being raped.
I was wrong.
And so...that's it... used and abused in a different way. Not forced, but persuaded. Not strangled, but controlled. Not cut and brusied, but broken hearted.
When will I ever learn?
I feel like I have this permanent sticker on my head that says 'take advantage of me please...because im not worth anything better"
It's my own fault for letting it get to where it did.....but who can turn down such kind loving words, massages and pampering.....it's a game, and that's all it will ever be.
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