You're filthy
And so is the world
I loved my eyes virgin
I loved when I could pretend things like this never existed
Never happened
We exist and so do our parents
They didn't see each others bodies
They didn't want to do things to each other
They didn't do things for kids
They didn't do things for pleasure
These thoughts linger under my skin
Rip it off
But not my clothes
Don't touch me
Don't fuck me
Don't look at me even
Don't imagine what my body looks like under my baggy sweater
I cannot look at you
I'm sinking into the lie of love
I cannot love you
I cannot see you
YOU ARE READING
If This Makes Me A Troubled Teen Fuck That Poetry ;)))
Poetry⚠️Mentions Of Rape, Self Harm, Suicide, etc⚠️ There isn't a cure to man's problems. Only death, which is is a problem itself. I crave that nasty blade at my throat. Some poetry for a son that never lived in his father's eyes and never died as a daug...
