No one relives that shame, speaks of the bone deep never going to leave you type of pain, if it's not the truth, what else is there to gain?
I am train wreck, learnt how to appear not insane even as i feel him in my veins. Even with your hands on my face, I see him in your place.
your gentle touch is a hurricane, a cry for atonement made in vain. When I caved in, you asked me to explain. But I could never find the words, my mouth is a bloodstain, filled with filthy filthy shame.
I am sorry for being too hard to love too difficult to resist, a cursed chase.
maybe you'll never tire of this merry go
or maybe I won't wake with you in bed tomorrow
I'll be an immortalised photo
a dark beautiful thing you dared to know
Now just someone you used to know
Maybe if I wasn't a graveyard, a place where things come to die, maybe if you couldn't taste the loss in my longing when I kissed you, the fear in voice when I called your name, maybe then we wouldn't have to be a could have been.
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For the Sun of your Skin
ParanormalA poetry collection about what it feels like to be loved by the sun, for the scars, the brown and gold that is left as a memorabilia on your skin.
