Do not touch me.
Your hands are like
knives
bleeding me dry.
I’ve tried to make you leave.
I wash my
body
and scrape
the skin off my soul but
you’re still there
hiding
in my pores.
I know I’ve never been
an angel
and you are not
my fearless white knight
... The man I thought you were
but
I’m tired of
swallowing swords in my tea
every morning
like a circus act.
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