Remember the day you cut my thigh.
I sat on the couch and laughed.
You asked me why I didn't cry.
You asked if you could do it again.
I kept laughing, I had drank-en to much.
Everything was under control until you slipped.
I was too drunk to feel it.
I had trails of blood down my leg.
You drew me a shower.
I sat in the tub.
You talked to me through the curtain.
You looked in, the water was streaming shades of red.
It was beautiful in a way.
I dream about this sometimes...
It really scares me.
we were both so fucked up to realize.
YOU ARE A TRIGGER.
talking to you brings me night mares.
anxiety,panic,stress.
talking to you makes me brake down.
I loose it.
You need to let me go.
Let me be free
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