Fear of being alone
There was
More lust than love,
More tears than smiles,
I never did no wrong , No sir not me
But he didn't care.
"Look at that fine girl walking" he said .
"Come here bitch"
There were
More silence than words
More fear than enjoyment
It hurt.
There is
More denial than acceptance
More lies than truths
More of a "fear of being alone"
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