oh sweet self destruction
can you taste it on my lips
does it burn like acid
does it make you wanna take another sip
poison envy, poison ivy
yes i itch with green
your eyes are in my hands
for i don't want to be seen
i've become all that i hate
reverted to my past self
and now you're just another bag
of bones i place on the shelf
reach for the stars
did they burn through your palms?
fingers set afire
bite your tongue, be calm
a sad girl never truly grows happy
YOU ARE READING
deluge
Poetrya downpour of thoughts, a delve into the most intricate inner-workings of my mind 2020 © rosy
