Amity and Animosity
Kissing your stitched up, bruised up, bumps,
Missing the way my lips would touch
And reopen your healing cuts.
Your little gasps of pain and love.
Suffocating you with my hugs,
Strangling you between my arms,
Teasing you with my toxic tongue.
You're somehow convinced that we're having fun.
I have you cuffed, but I wish you would run.
Now there's blood on my hands and a smoking gun.
There's so much blood.
What have I done?
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
Poetry- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
