As I stare in
your dark brown eyes
your hands slowly
brush my thighs
igniting in me
an auburn glow
and melting away
the bitter snow;
making me laugh,
making me high,
causing me to display
feeling I hide
which are gray
as I run
far away from you
afraid
that it might be true
terrified
that I might love you.
YOU ARE READING
A Heart with Empty Pages
PoetryThe poems I write to help me deal with life =] ****Trigger warning: Some of this poetry addresses themes surrounding depression, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and sexual assault.
