They told me to burn the memories of you. I burnt everything, including my skin. The memory of your hands on me haunts my nightmares. The burning of my skin is the closest thing to your touch. It burns just like you. I would set myself on fire if it meant I wouldn't have to feel this pain. I burn my lungs up everytime I think of how you tasted. My head is being suffocated by thoughts of you. There's no escaping the thoughts. You could say it was poetic how broken I am. There was nothing poetic about it though. You broke my fucking heart.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry
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