fingers are breaking
ligaments are tearing
bones are crushing
but we're not letting go
this love is desperate
this need is sickening
yet we hold on to each other
as worlds pull us apart
there's pain in your touch
caress me where it hurts
you can pluck my wings
and make me a sinner
as
I
fall
deeper
into
you
YOU ARE READING
When angels fall
PoetryA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
