i can feel myself fall apart
when we mash pink and pale
with teeth falling from our gums
frothy sadness crashing at our bays
you beg me to bleed you out
but i bruise your body instead
holstering an antennae of pain and pressure
that carve my nerves and stick my skin
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
