You want me drunk and moaning
With blood dipped fingertips
Why try so hard
To zip open my wrists
There's skin beneath skin
And I told the last time you sang
With that siren’s voice
That I won't be coming back
You’ll catch me nonetheless
Just lay me off for a while
Breathing is too sweet
So was your touch
You have been waiting
And I will sleep on it
Might just come back
If you promise to love me
That you won't leave me now
Strangle me I know you can
And push me into the mist
Of grey hopes and fading scars
See I am coming back
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My pinkie says hi!
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Kalopsia
Poetrytrigger warning [every part is unrelated. this book is a collection of those poems and one shots that contrast my other optimism based book Chase Life.] please refrain from reading this book if you are not an adult/ experiencing depression and/or an...
