when you set the bar that low, copper glints like gold in its shadow
and in the dark, i could never see the marks you left on me
they wouldn't fade for half a year, and even now—
sometimes i feel the cold panic wash over me, a stumble into the ghost of a bruise
your love was like a phantom limb for so long, and i nearly forgot you cut it off of me
i would try to use it only to end up left with an aching joint and painful memory
and i often dream of manicured claws scratching 'till i bleed, scratches can scar too, did you know?
and remember when you hugged me for the first time? i glowed and fuck if you didn't notice that shit
maybe you even knew before i did, it was so obvious and i was so naive and i adored you and you didn't care
but it was bad timing, we crashed hard into the cold pavement we used to sit cross-legged on together
haven't written smth proper in a while (not for lack of trying </3) but i kinda like this one ? so i decided to post since it's been a while. have a nice day/evening/night y'all <3
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bursts
Poetrybursts: the words that come out of my brain when i get inspired. spontaneous and (hopefully) impactful poetry. (some poems contain death, suicide, murder, and mentions of rape. message me if u want a list of trigger warnings for each poem.) p.s. t...
