my long hair that you
used to run your hands through,
i cut it to my shoulders.
my hands that you used to hold
get scrubbed at every morning.
my lips that you used to kiss
get bitten and picked at until they bleed.
slowly, but surely,
my body is getting rid of you as well.
YOU ARE READING
love poems.
Poetrythis is a poem book full of poems made by me about life & love. i hope you enjoy! [ all rights to me ]
