To you (again)
I must tell you
That night,
Will never leave me
I can still feel
The warmth of your lips
On my lips and neck
Your hands left me burned
With invisiable scars only I see
On my hands,
My back,
My face,
My legs,
My neck.
Only I know the extent
of the lovely damage you caused.
But I am not mad.
I couldn't be.
I only want,
like the addict I am,
to be burned again
I want your beautiful pain
And to call you my own
My dear,
just one more embrace and I'll let you go
praying you'll call me back
Because the pain of those burns
Only hurt cause your gone
So hold me and become my cure.
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So I'm posting old poems that have suddenly become relevant again.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of an Insecure Girl.
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote while on my poetry binge. Some of them will be a tad on the sd side but look at the title. You knew what you were getting yourself in to :)
