𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢

cherry

these hoes gone show me love

cherry stained lips
aching from all the
love
bites caress my neck

his hands embrace
they choke
i stare up at the ceiling
as he kisses my shoulder

i feel my pulse around my throat
but i hold his hand in place
my breath hitches with every impact
and soon enough my heart begins to pound

he lets go

these hoes won't show me love

at the end of the night
i'm in a cold bed
longing for warmth
and the thrill is gone

i text the one i want
and he's asleep
my heart aches because
i know he won't take me serious

so when the clock strikes twelve
all i'm left with
is the buzzing of my thoughts
regretting my impulsive actions

—022719