For many years I have suffered in silence with no one ever having a clue.
No mother, brother, sister, wife, girlfriend, not even elements of my crew.
Mentally unstable. An emotional wreck. My psychological health has deteriorated beyond repair. Its soil lacks the depth, strength and body to rebuild a foundation that would make me function as a common man.
But you were the only one. The only one who could see the hurt behind my happiness. The only one who could see the strength behind my struggle. The only one who could see the hurt in my eyes and hear my cry for help in my silence.
Your presence is my vulnerability’s kryptonite. Folding my fears and insecurities like Valarian steel which cuts the very lining of your core as it repels your efforts of reassurance.
I was hurting silently with a smile on my face.
Dancing to the beats as turmoil invaded my mental space.
I was hurting in silence with a smile on my face.
Seeing the pain within my smile while I left them without a trace.
I was hurting silently with a smile on my face.
Watching you watch me, as I watch the hurt spill over into your personal space.
I was hurting in silence with a smile on my face.
Mary Jane, White Lady, nor even booze, could have never taken your place.
I was furious...because you know me.
You know when I’m hurting.
You’re the only one that does.
So, I know you saw me hurting, yet you turned a blind eye.
My heart begged for your attention, while my eyes sprinkled dry cries.
I've been to therapy and counselling, but they haven't worked I guess,
Rushing the journey at the first step, instead of trusting the process.
Emotionally I’m unavailable. I’s somewhere chasing my demons as they have ostracized me, leaving me to suffer in a cruel and inhumane world. Even they are disappointed. This is beyond their influence.
As I appear somewhat sadistic, with your hurt fueling my decadence.
Like a shame old lady, your body caves with every touch, Legs shaking, eyes rolling, but I haven't even done much. The evidence of your lust has completely flooded your thighs, And at this point, I really don't care, if the neighbors hear your cries. Your moans and groans orchestrated in a never-ending symphony, Introducing my kinks to yours, arresting your body, charged with scrutiny. Your body starts quivering, as you seek to find the facts, Ignoring all your questions, as I lather your body in wax. Drip by drip you seem to get the idea, Then spanking you with a bang, bringing pleasure to onomatopoeia. The candle lit green, and you did as you were told, The pied piper playing, as I quickly switch from hot to cold. The chills from my fingertips, all over your body that you felt, Sending chills down your spine, trickling down as they melt. Vanilla and cinnamon, pervaded and perfumed our proximity, Sprinkled with lavender, mesmerizingly adding fervor to our vicinity. ...
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