The lies hurt more than the marks on my skin
The truth blurred through a salt filled screen
I can't see what is right
or wrong
or true
or false
I can only hear her sobs
And mine
Out of time on the delayed call
Both of us needing a hug more than we'll admit
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PuisiThis isn't really a story as much as some little paragraphs/poems I've written
