i hate hearing myself breathe
so i put on some noise
to drown it out
but what do i do
when the thoughts of you
come through my head
nothing
can
save me
the thoughts of you
will forever haunt me
and i wish theyd die
i want to move on
but its so hard
when i feel your lips still
please dove
just let me be
take these thoughts and leave
YOU ARE READING
The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
