late at night i think of you

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15:11 03/06/2018

i don't even like you
i'm just curious
how i would feel in your arms
the taste of your lips

the apple is rolling away from my touch
too far away already
i don't even want it all that much
but my it just looks so tasty

i lick my lips in anticipation
of a kiss that will never be felt
but i guess my mind is agitated
which is why you're featured in my mess

the roads you traced are engraved in my skin
the tattoo didn't even sting
though the process was simple, now i can see
that the aftermath left me not feeling a thing

now i'm empty but beautiful
covered in your marks
a solid shell of your artwork
a gallery of your past

though that is all i will ever be
a collection of your memories
and nothing will ever bloom
for that's just not something that we'd do

15:20 03/06/2018

petal poetryOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora