your touch is supposed to feel like safety amongst the chaos.
but it only feels like you're choking me as tight as you could.
your hand snakes around my neck, grabbing it,
but never in the way I like it.
never in the playful way,
always in the aggressive way.
that brings tears into my eyes.
your choking forms marks into my throat,
deep wounds that I am forced to stare at everyday,
forced to touch the marks once you leave.
and every once in a while,
you come back.
you step your way into my room,
that smirk never seems to leave your face.
while immediately my emotions disintegrate.
the marks I had finally let go of,
came back.
time and time again...
I let you in.
I let myself get choked.
YOU ARE READING
my lover poets
Romantikthe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
