i carve poetry into my skin,
hoping the words of you
will emerge into
your breath hot on my neck,
your voice whispering sweet nothings,
and the knife finding its final resting spot
in your goddamned ribcage
icantforgeticantforget
YOU ARE READING
the remains
Poetryspontaneous poetry written while overcoming some of life's many obstacles. ❝i cried tears you'll never see, so fuck you. you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.1 #125 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015
