your hazel eyes are undeniably empty,
while you're sound asleep to her pounding heartbeat,
im still crying almost every night,
but you wouldnt care as long as you're alright,
your words cut like razors and the blood is just seeping down my
wrist,
i shouldnt miss your intoxicating lips,
but sobriety is long gone and your presence was sweet bliss.
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
Poetry"YOU LEFT BRUISES I CANNOT ERASE WITH FOUNDATION THIS TIME" These are just really shitty old poems tbh But i hope you guys are well c: © [Ranked #467 || poetry] [[Completed]]
