There is a feeling on my skin,
Tangerine bumps, prickling.
Flushed cheeks unhidden
And the thought of you.
I drink coffee in the afternoon,
Cried under countless moons
Wished death in mid- June.
There was always someone.
When I turned the lights off
Skin red and ruined, not soft
And I worried about you because
Everything is different,
And yet nothing has changed.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
