[this one is about wanting to cling onto ur love, even after death]
Bury my bones in your backgarden
Wash away the filth of my flesh as it hardens
Wilted and withered is the flower of pardon
Buried amongst dirt and gravel, coal and carbon
Lay amongst the trees, skinned alive by man
Your sister spoke once to me, she never was a fan
You couldn't hold me tight, while the other ones can
I lied in that last line, you're my only winterman
No matter the season, you make me weak
Find strength in misery, starve, cry, repeat
Prick my skin with thorns, so that I wont eat
You make me sick with your touch: hyper self-aware defeat
I'll snap back, slap my skin for a momentary hit
I'll be your dog, I'll let it happen, and I'll fetch, and I'll sit
Please, bury my bag of bones in a pit
Turn in my tomb to keep your cigarette lit
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Poetrypoems ive written!! ft. one of my fave poems ever at the beginning [by christina rosetti] [ive put stars at the top of my favourite ones!]
