i hated being loved,
through your ever filtered words.
phrases that put shivers through the same bones you so needed to touch.
i was once so raw,
so unforgivable.
your gaze made it so i was sick.
i don't need to be watched.
my love for you was like the bite marks inside of my cheeks,
like the marks on my insignificant legs.
i wanted to be devoured,
scrapped off like the meat on a dogs bone.
my lungs leaked,
i know i'm too much.
you words breed gross and gritty under my skin.
i am a wild dog.
i can not be tamed.
YOU ARE READING
endless n thoughtless.
Poésiepoetry 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.
