i take a deep breath
and pull the blade along
my skin.
it divides,
and my tears
mimic the
crimson beautiful
red that cries
from my veins.
it's a habit
an obsession, almost.
but you saved me.
i breathe now
because
you chose me.
you saved me
i'm too grateful
i miss you, lover.
YOU ARE READING
poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post
Poetryi'm deeply sorry for whatever is in here, just know that it contains really heavy themes such as sex, suicide, sh, depression, obsession, etc. my bad.
