cause the price you paid left a mark that stains
and I don't think you'll ever be the same again.
tomorrow doesn't mean much.
the days blurb into one.
looks like there's no way around the pain
the lights drown out,
getting darker by the hour.
I can see your heart is at war with your head.
I joined all the lines you drew
they decorated your wrists and thighs like cobwebs over windows.
hazardous, feared and delicate.
you're only blood and scars,
yet you're the only one which I cared most.
when you said that you won't bother me anymore, I'll be gone by next year.
I realized that the pain you hide
was existing not only on the inside but on the outside.
-b.
YOU ARE READING
THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
