I can't cry anymore.
Its as if my body is numb from the pain.
I lay stiff.
Chest tightened,
hands balled into fists...
knuckles turning white.
Every muscle in my body contracts as thoughts of you pass through my mind
slowly.
But just because I can't cry
doesn't mean the pain isn't present.
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
Poetryi hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.
