Maroon poison stained lips admit all —
The best kept trauma and deniable life,
All the burden I decided to haul,
Clinging onto tight with the heaviest strife.
Poison dances around the diameter
As your ears forge my therapist,
And my glass — my truth filled elixir,
Regarding the scars still haunting my wrist.
You listen with deep intent, judgment free,
Erasing every tear as they fall,
Succumbing myself to my own debris —
You help me relearn to stand as I crawl.
Your pending kiss saves my brush with death,
As your heartbeat alters my last breath.
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Virgo Vigilance
PoetryThe musings and melodic memories of a Virgo, who knows very little about actual astrology. A song can be either happy or sad, but both hold a specific melody that deserves to be played. Sing along to the sunshine that'll pour through your soul as...
