these fucking razors are bleeding me red
bleeding me dry
i cant keep doing this i cant keep doing this
fuck i cant keep doing this
i need you so fucking bad
please just come back
please
i need you so fucking bad
please? im begging you
your hands held me so perfectly
come back
your eyes gazed into mine like i was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen
come back
my name fit in your mouth so soothingly
come back
come back
come back
please
please.
you said forever and always
come back...
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
