Toluene
I envy the four walls
that have the privilege
of watching you fall asleep,
I want to place your scars
in an envelope and send
them out to a healing land
only if you let me
and if you'll hold my hand.
Bite, swallow me whole,
call me masochist
but I want to feel, feel, feel
every fibre and molecule
that gives a definition
to your name,
I want to plant the stars
in your eyes
so then I'd stargaze forever,
I want you to rip me apart
and erode the tear stains
from my heart.
- Crimsyy
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PoetryThere are cigarette lighters everywhere you turn. Welcome to my new book, Burn! I hope you enjoy it (: - Crimsyy
