I twist and turn,
you stab and burn.
Your smile pulls
back the trigger;
your words
put holes
into my chest.
Unfortunately,
I forgot to wear
my bulletproof vest,
so you stain my shirt,
leaving a bloody mess.
Your voice is a melody
leaving me lost
in a state of ecstasy
as I sit here breathlessly.
You're all I desire,
my soul is on fire,
so I sit here
and endure your
brutal gunfire.
But you treat me like
your prey,
yet I decide to stay,
letting my feelings
cloud my judgment;
get in the way.
—
3/30/20
9:29 PM
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The Words I've Never Said
PoesíaA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
