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Museum of Broken Relationships
I touch my body as if it a museum of you
I slip my fingers inside me to feel
The place where you once were.
You slid your hands across my skin like I was made of metal
Like I am not entirely fragile, made of glass
Like I can tolerate anything more than gentle touching, gentle kissing, gentle everything
When I left you, I told you you couldn’t break me but
I lied. You left me so shattered that
I had to cover the five mirrors in my bedroom with sheets because
Every time I saw my body I felt like it was yours
And not mine
Even when I left you, my desire still ran rampant
No matter how horribly you treated me
I was still aching and horny at night
Body begging for your touch
I felt like a monster for needing you.
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