I remember seeing the marks on your neck. Multiple, pink, and a couple scratches. I immediately felt heartbroken and jealous. I wanted to be her. I wanted those marks to have been from me. I didn't know how she kissed but I know mine would have been better. (And I wouldn't have left a mark unless I (or you) wanted me to).
I asked about your neck and you said it was from shaving with a bad razor. I felt relieved because who wants to hear the name of another girl on the same lips you wished would say yours.
You said it was a razor, and I don't know if I believe you.
YOU ARE READING
Limerence
Poesie"Bumblebee: I wonder if you will still love me when I protect myself and sting." Started: 8/20/20 Completed: 10/18/21 My 7th poetry book.
