The blood trickles down my skin,
reminding me of the teardrops
I shed for you.
Everything has been difficult since you left.
I do not seem to miss you
much anymore,
only when the ghost of you
comes back
into my tortured mind.
Damn,
you tortured me in our relationship,
then acted
as if you were the one who was hurt.
Never once
did you bleed out.
Never once
did I see the teardrops
flow down your cheeks.
You told me
you sit in a pool
of never ending sadness.
I did not realize you would drag me
in with you
until it was too late.
I felt betrayed and regretted
ever falling for you.
Oh,
how stupid I was.
J,
If you were here beside me,
I would still
press my lips upon yours
and endure the torture
all over again,
knowing deep down
that I should not.
Oh,
baby,
you are my addiction.
When I think of you,
I am intoxicated
all over again.
~ Taylor-Anne
December 6, 2018.
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My Bittersweet Tangerine Heart | 2
PoetryHighest Ranks: #1 in poetrycommunity 10/11/19. #6 in poetrybook 10/11/19. #2 in eroticpoetry 2/10/2020. Created & Published: 10/24/2018. Completed: 10/19/19. This is the second collection of my poetry. Welcome, these poems are a continuation of...
