Rotten love

You carry me in your arms and rest me on your lap.

I know I’m weighing you down and making your legs fall asleep, but you hold me there tightly.

Every time I try to run away or turn my back on you, your arms cross in front of my waist and tuck me inside your body. 

You want me around, but only when I’m weak.


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