My cold fingers
will no longer linger
on your soft skin.
My bleeding mouth
will no longer repeat what you said.
And I no longer want you back in my bed,
So you're not gonna.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
