my fingers trace your skin.
i take in everything about you.
nothing else matters,
until you remind me of the beauty i lack,
the knowledge i could never possess.
i was never good enough,
and when you finally left,
my fingers trace the scars on my skin.
YOU ARE READING
water - a collection of poems
PoetryI started this poem collection in 2018. I just recently rediscovered what I had wrote and wanted to continue with it. I honestly have no idea how I was able to describe what I'm feeling now without going through anything comparable to what I had exp...