After you left
I washed
my clothes and bedsheets
over and over again
and desperately
scrubbed my skin
until it was all red and raw
trying to erase this feeling
of being
dirty
impure
corrupted
no amount of bleach
can ever remove
the stains you left
on my soul
YOU ARE READING
Oblivion
PoesiaSome people are like black holes - loving them is oblivion Isn't it scary how much damage one person can do? This is for the one who broke me. This is me trying to put the pieces back together. Healing through poetry. #tsc22 . . A collection of my p...
