BELLS๐Ÿ””

He rescued me from the phase where I used to have crescent moon shaped scars on my palms…..from digging my nails in.. every time i clenched my fists….. He told me that……i should quit being a vendetta in everyone’s insane story…that I should stop inviting people in my life…..that it triggered my rage about being born on the wrong sides of the world……that I should take it easy….. avoid being zonked from all my thoughts……
He showed me so much love… I forgot my own name…….thoughts of him entangled my little brain like a maze game….and in the voices of my head….from me grew fame… I wanted him to be mine……no heck he was mine…I wanted him to be my boo….no wait….my dad…I wanted him to be my dad….see boyfriends come and go…husbands come and go….but dads are forever……I want him to be my forever…… He opened some sort of vein in my body….because thoughts of him just make me rupture into tiny spasms as I think of……his eyebrows raised at me…and he bites his lip….as he looks at me…..and I feel his breathe…on me……as I give him my innocence… With the stroke of his fingertips on my skin…..he initiates me to the best kind of feeling a 21 year old could feel….
A feeling of mental confusion….infused with paralysis from love…
The end.
โ„ขCappa Julie 2018
Revolve or die.

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