Sew these hands

Over this mouth.

I can’t say another word.

No I’m sorry’s or question marks.

Its been proven to weaken me.

Leaves me panting,

Sweating,

Gasping for air,

As though I need for someone to

Save me

When really I just need someone to leave.

But you can’t.

My legs are wrapped around you like shackles

And my beauty deteriorates

With every attempt.