The feeling of you Lingers. It starts in my Fingers.
The feeling of you
Lingers. 
It starts in my 
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(Trigger warning- sexual assault) I hate blue eyes.

The feeling of you Lingers. It starts in my Fingers.

And ends in my toes. Lord knows. Lord, Knows.

The sleepless Nights. My only Rights.

Peeled away from my Skin, Like a bloodied Band-aid.

The slower you rip it back, The more agonizing and Harrowing It is.

Please, Just be quick. Just get it over with, Rick.

Deep blue, Ocean eyes. Enough to Mesmerize.

My favourite shade of Blue. Now only reminds me of You.

Sick. Vexed. Repulsed.

But also, Sad. Defeated. Vulnerable.

I can’t seem to shake Those baby blues. With an immense lump Rising in my throat.

A twisted knot forming in my gut. A vengeful hatred Growing in my once warm and open heart.

Fading in and out of Consciousness, I can’t forget those Baby blues.

Those baby blues.

Those baby blues.

Those baby blues.

And, Goddammit! I Want To.

I want to forget you.

Forget you and you’re Fucking Baby Blues.

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