You wish you could stop
biting the skin of your lips
until they bleed,
and the scabs on your skin.
You don't even know
you're doing it.
Bruised like an apple,
something people
don't want to bite into -
yet you have teeth marks
everywhere.
You're rotting away.
You try to polish yourself,
make the red shine.
But oh,
my darling,
it already does.
Can't you see
it's spilling out of you?
It's all over the floor.
What have you done?
tears on your skin and from your eyes
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)