pale white skin and cold blue lips
eyes sewn shut and matted brown hair.
a last breath lingers in the air, not too long
to keep you here, but not too short to
forget you.
a heart once beating now still and
lungs that no longer fill with air.
lips parted as if you tried to speak,
but nothing comes out.
not even goodbye.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
i can break my own heart
Poesíaif you want to read a literal (personal) book of poems that have no rhyme or reason or particular order, you've come to the right place. ATTENTION- this collection contains the following themes: abuse, sexual assault, eating disorders, depression...
