you were high and I wanted to say something
stupid
like how your body reminds me of a classic Chevelle
sleek and fast and hard edges I could touch
what if I asked you
to let me use you
in motel rooms
with the neon light on your skin
we'll share a smoke in the dark and
I'll tell you I love your
bloodstained hands
scarred
from where you touched me
i promise
i wouldn't be able to get your
broken sounds
off of my skin for days
but now
there's metal in my hands
from the collision
(I really wish you hadn't let me in)
Oh please have mercy on me
I'm still shaking from your broken sounds
fingers trembling
you shouldn't have left me
bloodstained
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
