the first cut wasn't the deepest
no, not at all
it was like the others
a subtle rend of anxious skin,
a gentle pulse of crimson red,
just enough to hush the demons
shrieking inside my brain.
YOU ARE READING
you promised forever // poetry
Poetry'i risked my life to get you this rose. now all i need to know is if you care enough to let it die or let it grow' a book of my poems/rants :) **lowercase is intended**
