My gut is
laced into loops
all the way up to my throat
where the air is thick
and suspended
blocking my airway
making it difficult
to breathe.
And the thought of you,
wipes that smile off my face,
burns my eyes with rage,
and radiates heat off my skin.
And I wish that you didn't have
that grasp over me,
so undeserving you are.
For it is your absence that
suffocates me the most
but little do you know
how your presence
is all that's needed
to unlace the loops,
cool my rage,
and drag my lips back
into a grin.
YOU ARE READING
Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
