The track marks on my left arm resemble your first initial.
My body shakes when my mind lingers on one memory for too long.
This withdrawal is bittersweet.
At least when I hallucinate I can have you back beside me.
Your hands are just as rough as I remember.
Lips just as soft.
YOU ARE READING
coconut oil & chamomile tea
Puisi{ they say the best inspiration comes from pain, right? } these are a collection of poems about love (& other equally as intoxicating things) that i've written. it's updated whenever life inspires me to put pen to paper (or thumb to i phone notes)...
