your touch
is on my skin;
ever present
and shameful,
like we
were something
i was taught
to be
ashamed of.
i burn myself
with water
from the faucet
in an attempt
to rid your touch
from my skin,
and i cry
in an attempt
to erase
the image
of your body
from the backs
of my eyelids
so im not
taunted
by the dimples
in your back
every time
my eyes
are closed.
my mouth
dribbles
with the
sweet apologies
you refused
as your mouth
hit hers
in an attempt
to forget
how i tasted.
i wash my hair
twice a day
to substitute
how it felt
when you'd get
your hands
tangled
within it.
i pray
for the time
i realize
im worth
more than
your love
ever had
to offer,
but i hope
for the time
you realize
i was more
than you
ever deserved.
YOU ARE READING
this ones for you
Poetryoh, you know who you are ♕ all my poetry, give credit if used !! disclaimer: i do not self harm and am in no way romanticizing it, depression, or any other mental disorder mentioned. they are horrible mental diseases no fun to fall victim to. trigg...
