❛ i cut my lips
on the sharp points
of your teeth
you sooth the sting
a flick of your tongue
gathering the blood that dribbled
love -
the give and the take
the hurt and the pain
the apologies and the comforting
the spilling of the heart
the gentle embrace of the pickup ❜
━October 8, 2021
YOU ARE READING
BEETLEJUICE , poetry
Puisi. . bitter me, how sweet of you to ask if I'd be your muse and go and paint me blue © 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝
