After

22 3 0
                                    

I wish there was a way to rinse the
taste of your kisses from my mouth
to untrace the touch of your fingers
on my skin and burn all memory
of you from my mind, but to destroy
the parts of me that are polluted by
you is to destroy every last ounce of me 
and maybe that is what I wish for most

Fragments Where stories live. Discover now