I got blood all over my nails,
And sweat all over my skin,
Every time I touches you.
Your blood, they're the colour of your tongue,
And the smell of your perfume.
And why is that,
you close your eyes,
Every time you said my name?
Rolling the letters on your tongue like they're poisonous,
Swallowing back the sound like they're heinous?
My dear,
What am I to you?
Merely a shadow of your own sins,
Or a ghost of your many insecurities?
My dear,
I shall be here forever,
Standing by your side while you dine,
Laying on my back while you sleep,
Only to be gone when your mind goes dreaming,
Or when you decided to bury me properly.
-d.h
YOU ARE READING
sink and drown
Poesíaa collection of heartbreaking poems. "fates are cruel but we are even crueler for not trying." -d.h
