there are clothes
strewn across my rug
and you go deeper
deeper
deeper
i arch my back
and you bite down—
yes yes yes—
and then i wake up
to sweaty palms
and too cold
bed sheets
and not a single
text from you—
because you are too busy
biting into the necks
of other girls
YOU ARE READING
how the words come
Poetry"this is the poetry that has come from finally realizing it is okay to be okay but also not okay at the same time." ~ 'how the words come' tells the story of overcoming the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship. the book is separated into...
