Tell me,
Who's hurt you,
While I fidget with your scars.
While I trace my hand up and down the length of your pale arm,
I graze every scar,
Every burn,
lightly.
You shivering under my touch,
Is like a rush of adrenaline.
My heart pounds in my chest,
Begging to be set free,
From it's eternal cage.
You talk for hours,
And I listen.
I listen to the way your voice wavers and cracks when you are about to cry.
I listen to your heart beating quickly,
The way you speak.
And I fall in love,
All over again.
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetry100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
