themes: privacy, loss of innocence, regret
you had tried to warn me
just three weeks before the fall
"the whole world is watching"
but i didn't understand the riddle
that fell from your bitter tongue
reminding me of my mother's jade
what sweet innocence was torn
the light of day tainted by death
foolish naïvety ripped from the skin
my piercing cries rang out at last
soaking away in grief's ice cold shower
every eye turning to see me unclothed
the heat of shame bore scars on me
i beg of you to let me take it all back
the chance to drape myself in a cloak
that conceals my heart forevermore
but what's gone is now lost eternally
and nobody is coming to save me
YOU ARE READING
aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
