I still find small reminders of you
tucked away in crafty hiding places
throughout my day
almost as if by muscle memory
I felt fingertips lightly grazing my forearm
and the memory of it
stole my breath away
the rush I would get
from feeling how strong you were
how I would get so mesmerized by the tendons
and by the veins lying right beneath your skin
it was exhilarating
when I play with another boys hair
it's never as fine as yours
and I have never seen another
with the exact dirty blonde you have
I can't play with others hair
without thinking of you
I've realised I've come to like
the colour red
and looking at cars
and even brown eyes
more than I did before you
why are your favourite things
now my own?
is this what they mean
when they say you absorb another,
absorb another's personality?
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
Thơ caAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
