We got that waiting in the clinic silence. That shhh dont tell nobody what we did silence and Im so tired of being your hamper that Im about to dump out those week old stained ketchup secrets and do laundry in that silence you like keeping. But my vagina is not your walk in closet. You wanna stuff your doubts through me, wanna place to hang up you insecurities, want me to keep check of you hami downs and prada, waiting for every occassion to put me back behind closed doors and lock me in the darkness. Nobody knows you hold my hand and nobody knows I call you baby and nobody know you write annonymous poems about me the type you cant post on Facebook. Because regardless of what you may think, Im worth more than you deserve. I will never be that girl, the girl thats only allowed to make you smile when she´s making you orgasm, that girl whose day job is daydreaming waiting for her night job. That girl who´s so in love she´ll turn her body over for your superficial touch. You hide me behind lock doors and bedsheets because if you dare reached out then everybody would still know that it was still about me. So that in your heart and in your mind your still wrapped up in me. My teardrops you own them, my hearts says you got them tied around your pencils and figures. Yea, you may say it´s over and you may never tell me that you love me but you dont have to cause your silence speaks volume. You wanna hold me in your arms rock me to sleep then act like you dont know me. As if the moments we spent together are some kind of down payment. As if my bedroom were lay away and thats all you ever do is layaway roll up beside me but in the morning pull up the hoodie and run the other way. Im like that bastard child the reason Daddy never stucka round in the first place but for me rejection doesn´t come every other weekend.. It comes when you lower your head and pass by without speaking and I remember there was a time you could barely take your...
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