this poem contains mature content as well as mention of self harm.
As my feelings for you become deeper
so do the cuts
the bruises become darker
so do the thoughts
the tears become meaningless
so do the memories
I never thought I could love
Or open myself so much to a single person.
But you ignored my screaming
My telling you no
My begging for you to stop
You held me down and your palm
Struck my face, leaving a shocking
red mark.
And you did it
you took me from myself as
i stared past your body covering mine
and watched as the world became darker.
YOU ARE READING
A Whole Melancholy of Lovers
Poetrya book of poetry written for the boy i love the most, and maybe a few others
