your hair
is tangled in my hands
and i can smell your
perfume,
your
clothes
but each time i touch you,
i wear the guilt
of how you hurt him
on my lips.
YOU ARE READING
Short poetry ♡
PoetryRandom poetry that i've written over the years that have not been granted a place. Some may be disturbing, sad, lovely. I'm not sure what i will find in my old poetry notebooks, or what I will continue to write. (Also check out one of my other stori...
desire
your hair
is tangled in my hands
and i can smell your
perfume,
your
clothes
but each time i touch you,
i wear the guilt
of how you hurt him
on my lips.
