you touched me with your words
but your hands they were wrapped around my throat
i didn't know which i liked more
i thought if i liked things rough the way you did
you'd like me more
you only liked me when i was cut up and bleeding
when i liked you when you were soft and angelic
there's two different meanings when it came to us
broken
unloved
but you were certainly loved by me
but i was not loved by you.
YOU ARE READING
MY POEMS/ WRITINGS.
Poesíahi, these are writings or poems that i write when i'm sad or going through it. please don't steal them.
