#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry 680

#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry 680 - The Filler

It was a rough day today... We had words... And then none.

My heart... My self doubt... Knowing that you... Can and will say...
Knowing that you can close your eyes and watch me walk away.

You're surrounded by beauty amidst the pain....
And I know they can take away my memory in the blink of an eye...

You bury your nostrils in their skin, between their thighs.... You can kiss them and touch them and make their chest rise.... Heave with heavy breathing... Exhausted from cumming....

She has eyes like the dessert, skin supple and soft, a body that sways as if to command the wind...

And then there is me, on my best day I can only hope to not get struck down by the whispers of my inner hauntings... And then I am trapped... Reduced... Dismissed.

You can make her smile from the curve of her lashes to the core of her womanhood and she relishes it.... For she is what is beautiful to you...

And I sit here and wait, for her to give in..
And I sit and wait for you to say, I don't love you anymore... Not like this... Not like her.

And I wait for you to walk away without looking back.
Because finally beauty has found her destiny... And you are it...

And I watch stupefied by my pain and hurt and ridicule... Because that's all that's left to do.

-Y. Salmon

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