I'm sick of looking at my wrist and seeing your words, your handwriting
Three simple words
A beautiful lie
An ugly reminder of you
I want to carve it from my skin
Drag my nails through soft flesh
Rubbies dotting the wounds
Until the words are no longer recognizable
I want to rip you away from me
My beating heart tearing free of my ribcage
Following your footsteps like a loyal companion,
A lost puppy
As my vision becomes unfocused
I'll cut it from my chest
I will continue to carve you from my body
And hopefully soon
My mind
YOU ARE READING
My Head's Above Water
PoéziaLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.
