your words
don't hurt anymore
i used to be susceptible
to the things you thew at me
and i would crumble
but now i am numb
my feet no longer falter
when you hold out
your decaying bones
it's your twisted way
of shielding me
from the bad things
in this world
i guess
underneath all that
calloused skin
bruised fingernails
sunken, but angry eyes
there was some sort of love
to be found somewhere
but i want
nothing
to do with it
YOU ARE READING
from me to you
Poetryto: the woman who made my nightmares come true from: the trembling girl who hides under the sheets in her room (tw)
