I've seen her name spill red from me one too many times,
because maybe if it hurts she won't make me feel like I'm walking on air rather it would feel like venom spilling out of my mouth when I say her name,
like bee stings when she touches me instead of a soft blanket or a warm summers day.
maybe if I felt the pain of her name instead of the beautiful way it can be said I wouldn't be so infatuated by her pale cheeks or soft blue eyes,
I wanted her name to feel like knives stabbing my throat for the mere reason she was destroying me.
She doesn't know this nor will she ever, this beautiful girl I must get over, no more soft dirty blond hair or fragile lips because soon her name I can finally say and feel
nothing
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of My Thoughts.
PoetryAll poetry is mine. - - A gathering of my deepest thoughts and feelings compiled into one small book of poetry. trigger warning = (tw) - - Stay safe xx Logan
