This is it, the last time
We'll share the same bed.
Hesitation stains your glossy eyes
But you climb on top of me.
You kiss my whimpering lips
I raise my trembling hips.
Are we crying or are we moaning?
All I know is we are both hurting.
You say you have to clear your head
So why do you cloud it with cannabis?
You come undone precariously pleased
I wipe away your tears tenderly.
Don't ask me to hold on,
I need to let you go.
YOU ARE READING
To Mend Heartache
Teen FictionThis is a collection of short stories/poems I wrote a couple years ago. It is a story about a girl named Diana who loses her father, which is why the first story about how close they were before he died. Afterwards, she gets involved in the wrong re...
