He sought bruises.
I would shed tears
and utter sighs through
those glassy, hollow things.
I wanted to belong to him.
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Slow Burn: A Poetry Collection
PuisiThis collection examines things like slow descents, passion and things that fizzle out quickly.
Call it Love
He sought bruises.
I would shed tears
and utter sighs through
those glassy, hollow things.
I wanted to belong to him.