crushed. i am bitter at your lemon head words.
my mouth tingles in pain, the tranquility demolished by slaughtering hands.
frightful to seek shelter in your water port home.
the lighthouse is not comforting to travelers escaping.
your smile seemed so innocent, your gaze left me appetizing.
i beg still. for your memory to be washed away from my mainframe.
how do you always manage to claw back in?
-love. lost. searching.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From My Past
Poetrywrote this in 2017. I was going through a lot at 17. While my writing has changed immensely,to the point I cringe at this, it is the kind of cringe where you're smiling. if you happen to read this, 17 year old me says thank you.
