̶ ̶ xci. MY HEART WANTS YOU BACK / MY WORDS CONTINUE TO LACK.
sunburnt to the point where i peel back skin to show that the words you said so harshly the night you left are still carved into bones too weak to walk on their own / lips too chapped to be able to breathily say that i don't hate you even when my chest burns at the sound of your name / a body too empty to be able to accept you back home / a body too full to be able to consume your love whole.
YOU ARE READING
soon.
Poetryxvi, april. (i). cotton mouth with a heavy heart. © playlist poetry h.r. : #47
