A twist and turn
Of a dagger in my guts.
Your tongue as acid down my mouth
Your cold-to-the-touch hands on my hips.
I can't forget it,
Even if you did.
You were drunk
So I never told you,
Your guilt would turn into mine.
But every loving, friendly gesture,
Every gentle touch
And I flinch.
You asked about the bruises
And I just said
'PE sucks'
And even worse,
You believed me
YOU ARE READING
magic darling ^poetry^
Poetry** 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗 ** ~𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒶�...
