"i can make you blush."
but could you?
i was 13,
and you were something different, exciting.
now im 16
and you are something frightening, demonic.
you're the reason i flinch
when someone touches me.
you're the root of my mistrust.
you're the cause of my
crippling self judgement.
you said you could make me blush,
but the only red i see is my blood.
a.f.
YOU ARE READING
¿ poetry ?
Poetrymostly sad because im mostly sad most of these are made up as i go along. (t.w. - trigger warning) a.f.
