people don't love me
they would rather leave
they look at me
they don't touch me
they're too afraid to do so
nobody loves like i do
i am a never ending flame
turning everything to ash and dust
i am obsessive and manic
i am a prison and chains
i am to much and exploding
words aren't capable of half
of what my hands can do
but you
you and your burning hands
you ripped my heart out like it's nothing
smoked the pieces like i owed you something
am i not your everything?
YOU ARE READING
Raspberry Breath
PoetryA collection of poems I've written in the last few months, which brutally took my breath away. I was dying. I was dying until you breathed the life back into me and it tasted like raspberries.
