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Bell’s Denial 🛎


I was standing in stardust with you, my love. I embraced your shortcomings, found comfort in your flaws and laid down my boundaries to hear your heart. 

Me and you both bold, hardheaded lovers cut from the same worn clothe. My headache and my medicine all tied in one. My mysterious man, the one who speaks with force, who loves me but not enough. Who turns me in and out, my soiled roots trying to gage  through the reach of your flaring snout. I desire you.

My prideful gem, who turns me on, with intellectual exchanges, cute smirks, and a hint of blush from my mind piercing remarks. You turn me on, your energy bouncing all around me, levitating me to places  unseen. 

Oh but how you turn me off. Your ego doesn’t leave any space for me. You deny me,  crushing my spirit and leave me completely drained. You put me on trial, and give no option for a reasonable penalty. My redemption could never be fully paid. You left me with no choice but to stay guilty. 

My friend, my love, my twin flame you have denied me. My shortcomings and flaws were too unbearable. My wicked passion was suffocating. My dying urge to be held, to be understood, to be protected where found voided. 

I love you today, tomorrow and for eternity but from afar it will have to be... I told you before those eyes, that laugh, those lips that class will be the death of me. J Bells denial will sing a soulful song that will make my spirit smile but my heart bleed🩸 





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