I never would have guessed,
That the lips I kiss would become razor blades.
The tongue that slipped through would slither its way against mine,
Would leave the taste of blood.
As I pulled away, your hands grasped mine hard like cuffs.
The iron rubbing my wrists raw as I stuggled under you.
Your guilty mind clouds my innocence.
You're a broken mirror trying to pick up pieces you find in me.
But you wont gain anything unless you're prepared to face the truth.
Your truth.
That you're a liar.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
