lustfully conflicted
I do not want you —
my body does.
It betrays me in cruel, manipulative ways,
blinding me from my worth
and from the damage you are capable of.
Stay away.
This cannot happen.
I do not want you.
My body shivers at your touch.
My eyes sparkle when you arrive.
But I am not the one who needs you.
My body craves every inch of you,
yet I cannot stand the sight of you.
-imprisoned angel