Blood runs down my lips
He puts his index finger under my chin and wipes my lips with his thumb
It stings
My eyes water
He lifts my chin and kisses my forehead
The bleeding stops
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Random Poetry Written At 2am
PoetryHere's just some random poetry i have written in the middle of the night. I hope you enjoy, feel free to leave constructive criticism or ideas for improvement in the comments.
Bandaid
Blood runs down my lips
He puts his index finger under my chin and wipes my lips with his thumb
It stings
My eyes water
He lifts my chin and kisses my forehead
The bleeding stops
