You, with your kind intentions
and sickly sweet, citrus-scented embrace.
I've been rotting for ages now, my love,
and this is why I can hardly stand
your touch.
You are everything
I am far too bitter to hold.
YOU ARE READING
HEAVENLY CORRUPTION
PoesíaThe ramblings of a woman who spent too much time in confession and too little time trying to figure out what exactly she was apologizing for.
