You dug your fingers
Into my wrists
your knees
leaving bruises on my thighs
completely enabling my movement
and then
you had the nerve
to demand me
to get up.
Don't you understand my wrists are sore?
My thighs
and wrists
now beam a purple hue
All because of you?
Of course,
you'll find a way
to twist it.
Then I'd find a way
to believe you
and convince myself it was something I'd done.
that you being in the wrong
couldn't possibly be true.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
love and death
PoesíaThese are some of my alltime favorite poems that give me chills to the bone from sudden twists or make me cry.
