Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015

BLISTERS

Your deceit

Will forever linger

In a whisper

I scrub it hard

My skin covers in blisters

I can't

And I won't

Erase your fiction

As it might be

The last thing I feel

I tried to lick my wounds

But you promised

I bloomed

When my soul is cut open

I am a silhouette

A shadow dancing in disguise

On a leash

With a whip

For your love is a lie