Clutch
I clutch my chest
In pain
Can't you see it?
The bright red gushing
The smell of iron spilling
Out from under me
Cry
I cry for you
Alleviate this pain
I beg
Shiver
I shiver at your touch
And you whisper
To love is to bleed
But to bleed means it's real
YOU ARE READING
Out From Under
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems from the heart. About being in love. About falling in love. The pain that comes with being in love, but also the warmth that tags along with it. This is my first published work. I am open to critiques but please be ki...
