They told me to inhale you, so I took the deepest breath I could, when you kicked my lungs out and spilled into my veins, I gave in instead of exhaling, so I suffocated with your grasp still around every part of my skin.
YOU ARE READING
Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
