i like the way you burn.
because i dont know how else love hurts.
the butterflies never crawled out of their cocoons,
and im nervous because i dont know what you'll do.
no skin tingling laughter,
just showers burning after
you dig your way into my skin
like a spider
burrowing into the dirt
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Parties with Cake
PoetrySad poems for sad hearts. Explicit and graphic, viewer discretion advised