i hurt myself,
my stupid fucking shoe keeps rubbing on my heels as i walk
converse are my favourite
half way through my walk
shit is starting to hurt
my skin,
is burning
peeling
it feels raw down there
comparing to the pain you caused me
the more i walk,
the more it hurts
and
burns
the more you push me away,
hurt me,
betray me
hurts
and
burns
just like the skin peeling off my heel
you're ripping
piece
by
piece
off my body
"just take the shoe off?"
you might think
it would be easy if i was at my destination
"just push him away"
it would be easy if my heart knew what my mind already knows
YOU ARE READING
secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
