I've been trying to
Stitch back
Pieces of my sanity
The same way
You were trying
To stitch back my skin
After you tore it apart
You told me it looked
Beautiful
But that blood was never
Beautiful
It was just red
-it's not really working
YOU ARE READING
The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
