you asked me
what do i do to you?
my smile faded
just as quickly as you brought it to my face
and as you pushed me down
a staircase of darkness
multi-coloured bruises
patterning my skin
once again
your words cut me like glass
but this time
i returned with a vengeance
i shoved my bleeding wrists
in your face
crimson liquid
dripping down
from the cuts
that weren't an accident
i cried out your name
tears pouring down my face
i will never forget the look on your face
when i told you
this is what you do to me
YOU ARE READING
breathe ⇒ poetry
Poetryalexithymia (ah-lek-sah-THI-mee-ah) - inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. " the best poems are written in the early morning when all you can see is darkness and your eyes are filled with tears " [aesthetic poems, stories through p...
