His taste is toxic and addicting.
Always leaving me wanting more.
Wanting his touch
The taste of his lips
The feel of his warm big arms wrapped around me while we lay in his bed like clouds.
But his taste is toxic and addicting and I want more.
But he's not good for me.
I have to remember that toxic things aren't heathy for you.
That being addicted to a person or their touch is never healthy.
~E.M.C
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
