Your kiss and touch were like poison to my suicidal soul;
Only during my destruction did I ever felt whole.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅?
PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
