Rope necklaces,
They were only neckties.
They seemed so very harmless,
Just pills for a runny nose,
Just strings for restless fingers.
But, these are just moments,
Passing in front of me.
It didn't really seem like,
Killing myself.
In this cold room,
Was the warmth of your arms around me.
Cheap shampoo masking,
The smell of dust.
Your small laughter,
Your soft voice,
Drowned out the screams in my head.
I wonder if you could hear,
the beating of my heart,
as your rested your head against my chest.
I'm fragile,
but loving you,
Doesn't really seem like,
Killing myself.
YOU ARE READING
Hair Dye
PoetryA book of poems made from the darkest parts of my head to the lightest parts of my heart.
