Armies of needles creeping on my skin,
Tearing apart cells just to get in.
Somewhat like you,
An accurate comparison, I presume.
You'd trail your hands along my skin,
Begging me to let you in.
Then burn a path of self hatred into my mind,
And then I'd wish I was blind.
My body aches,
Because you couldn't wait.
You'd throw words like glass on skin,
Never caring if you left me hurting.
I hesitated for a second,
That's all the push you needed.
To throw me outside my boundaries,
And assault my moralities.
You never cared, did you?
If only I knew.
I probably would've thought things through,
And in your eyes, I wouldnt be a shrew.
If only you'd wait..
Then it'd be easier to ease this ache.
YOU ARE READING
recollection.
PoetryPoems written by yours truly. From points of view that aren't always my own. They're all written by me, just written about different perspectives. Please dont claim these as your own... Trigger warning: One or more of these poems contain mature co...
