im scared.
i'm scared of your touch,
the way you hold me,
the way i feel your breath down my mark covered neck.
im scared.
i can hardly remember
the smell of your hands
as they ran on my body cold,
tracing over my pores,
saying all the words i was dreaming of.
fingers chilling my spine.
i'm scared of something bigger.
i'm scared.
so shut your mouth,
because these words will speak themselves.
i can feel them in this blanket
and they're surrounding our figures,
and i cant help but think.
don't go,
because i'm scared of you.
YOU ARE READING
endless n thoughtless.
Poesiapoetry is the minds way of expressing gibberish in an art form. i do not believe this is art. i am only a vessel. poetry from my brain to you.
