You walk right past me,
like nothing ever happened,
you casually wrap around your hand, tightly around my waist,
are your hands also so rough as you that they cannot feel those,
scars being rubbed against your skin?
you don't meet my gaze,
because you know,
that your eyes will give away,
the language of lust.
which,
naive lovers don't,
say.
YOU ARE READING
Stains
PoetryHi, this is my first Wattpad entry, this is going to be a poetry book, I hope you enjoy what I put out here and please do vote for me if you like my pieces, open to constructive criticism, Thank you for your time!
