My tongue twisted at the sight of your mind, I fell weak on my bones, it craved your words, your ideas, it crawled on my skin like a curious nightmare, I feared how much you were more than enough to me, but loved the way it wrapped me in a circle of desire.
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
