she is the thing i can't live without.
her touch,
softly brushing my sides, burning my skin.
her eyes,
flickering, and full of fire.
her smile,
left side of her lip rolling under more than the right.
her skin,
soft and warm, calling my name.
she left,
so i did too.
YOU ARE READING
poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
