Untouch
It was as if
The first ray of light
Shined
Brightly
Through a faint whisper
of thin glass,
Caressing my skin,
Holding me close,
it was
as if
Nothing in the world
Mattered to me,
Only the warmth of the sun
dancing up my arms,
tickling me
And as if
Everything that surrounded me
had been untouched
By the light,
by everything
never touched.
Advance
I feel you,
coming close to me
I feel hot breath
running down my back
It heats me up,
I hate this feeling
it scares me,
But more,
I feel you advancing
coming
Towards me,
Only footsteps away
Too close,
and
I hate this feeling,
It controls me,
Fighting the urge
Running,
all I can think about
As you advance,
I hate this
and
I hate this feeling
It tempts me
All I want
is to ask you
To
Stay
Break
Too dark to stay awake,
too early to sleep,
Because you aren't hear in this bed
with me.
But I can't complain.
You tortured yourself,
you caused so much pain,
You said that
death is the only thing,
I never understood why,
Something so simple
But now I can feel it all,
Pieces of you,
Slowly they begin to drift
further and further away from me
And eventually
All that was left was a
bloody piece of you,
Splattered into my
broken memory,
Leaving relentless stains
On my soul.
You broke me,
And it killed you.
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Obscene Obscurities: A Collection of Underground Poetry
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