branded arms
scarred thighs
drunken words
heavy sighs
swallowed by darkness
buzzing in our heads
we refused to retreat
tangled in your bed
carrying on is the only way
to make sure we both survive
even if we bend but never break
one day we'll make it and thrive
BINABASA MO ANG
Battle- Scars
Ngẫu nhiênContinuation of random, tangential thoughts and poems. **MAY BE TRIGGERING**
