God I miss you
At least
I think I do
I miss how we were
The way you made me feel
The way you'd wrap your fingers around my neck and stick your tongue down my throat like you owned me
You did own me
Every part of me was yours
You left your mark on my heart
Then you ripped it to shreds
YOU ARE READING
My shit show of a life
PuisiEvery thought, every heart breaking moment, every tear. These are the flames to my match which ignite my poems into creation. I hope you enjoy what I call life.
