Your hands adorn my neck
possesion painted on the tips of your bitten nails
i stratch at your wrist
but only until your hands travel elsewhere
and then i forget my caloused chains

you never hold my hand
even when your not squeezing my throat
because that is something lovers do
or maybe its because your to busy
juggling my heart like a
circus freak with a rage problem

and when you want me
i never tell you no
because my spine is the jelly that fills donuts
and i have been holding on so long
i have forgotten how to let go
even if i tried you`d never let me

you`d just squeeze harder
to show me that you own me
like i dont already know
like it isnt fucken obvious

i want to get away
i feel so helpless
i think your hands will always
be my necklace

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