all my dreams fall in the hands of a man

Can you delete that bastardly thought out of my head?

The way that I can’t be empty and alone without telekinetically begging and pleading for you to take it away

You’re a street or two away, but god, my feet just can’t take me that far in this moment

I hug myself, getting a short high from the feeling

Sighing, I feel my hands turn into yours

Soon we’ll be the same person, falling down and scuffing our knees

We’ll have bleeding scratches and missing teeth

And I’ll never have to hug myself again

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