a text
a call
your car
then you
kiss me
feel me
hold me
touch me
rub my back
pull my hair
awaken my insomniac
take my air
for the love of god
feed me life
even if this leads
into my own death
it never mattered anyway
because I'm already dead
from loving you
YOU ARE READING
Poem After Poem
PoetryDark; twisted; sexual; emotions; Poetry at its worst. ~~~ Added to @WP_Poetry list of "Heart Stains (Heartbreak)" Rankings: #7 in Dark Poetry, #7 in Lonelines
