you still have a hold on me.
I'm stuck in your grip.
your hands make me shudder.
the thought of still wanting you.
It's unbearable.
there's nothing else I would rather have
than the thought of you,
on my skin and heart gone.
Words spill over my lips,
faster than I can catch.
A part of me is still yours.
I have given you so much.
I lost track on how to take it back.
This isn't where I am.
How have I given you
the redemption I deserve?
Your eyes free of what you should feel.
Your presence still lingers.
No matter how much I try to wash it away.
YOU ARE READING
the inevitable
Poetryunderestimate, unfold, understand. the third installment from words better left unspoken
