My skin isn't me
My muscles and veins aren't mine
But my bones
I feel all of them
Like they are the ones controlling me
Like they have a mind
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The Words We Never Said
PoetrySecrets, sex, and sadness. Lonely, love, and lies. The poetry love story of two teenagers in a abusive relationship. Fighting for love and lust not knowing if they are the next romantic comedy or tragic story.
Bones
My skin isn't me
My muscles and veins aren't mine
But my bones
I feel all of them
Like they are the ones controlling me
Like they have a mind
