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He leans into my body
filling the emptiness around me
surrounding me
the two seconds before it happens is my favorite
the two seconds when you feel everything is right
everything is so so right
even when everything is so terribly wrong so wrong
but shh, he places a single perfect finger against my
protesting lips
i look into his cold, beautiful eyes
a green, a forest green
that lush beautiful green

they tell me to stay quite
i do as i'm told
my warm tears roll down onto his finger
he looks into my eyes,
my soul. 
and presses his lips onto my cold hard ones
he melts me,
melts the hardness, 
leaving the small peice inside of me,
the vulnerable peice.

then i squeeze my soul-searching eyes shut
and feel that pain,
that unholy pain,
because you see

i'm more messed up than he is