he slides his fingers inside me
searching for anything sweet
he always comes up empty handed
confused I can tell
but I have nothing left
I have been turned empty and cold
left with nothing but
bitterness
from the shallow depths
of you
His lips touch my neck
I feel him breathe my name
I mouth yours on repeat
old habits 
never die
His hands slide down my back
sending shivers
to my toes
not the kind that feel good
the kind that leave you lonely
you have stolen my ability
to feel
anything, other than awful.

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