my thoughts are drugs
and they taste like sugar
daddy, dont you love me?
get rid of the sour taste
on my tongue and
get high with me,
i'll teach us how to fly,
and you'll stay behind.
never stick with me.
i called out for you
when the rain poured down
like the blood on my arms,
and you sent a text
saying you love me.
but telling me isn't
loving me.
but daddy,
dont you love me?
or am i so broken
that i cannot be loved?
issues aren't newspapers
anymore, they're the blood
in my veins like cocaine
dripping down my tongue.
YOU ARE READING
all blood, no tears
Poetrya collection of poems and some 3am thoughts from a broken soul *possible trigger warning* this story deals with sexual assault, abuse, depression, anxiety, suicide & addiction. if you are struggling, reach out. it's okay to not be able to do everyt...
