More bite than I remember
Kissed my lips raw, none of me left
It looks as though I've ate wild raspberries,
but it's just your red lipstick
More scratch than I remember
Clawed your nails into my spine, my shirt discarded
It looks as though I've been raked like leaves,
but it's just the scars you've dug into me
More pain than I remember -
but now there you stand, and now here I am
It looks as though we're perfect strangers,
but you know me too well, wish I could say the same
YOU ARE READING
Loose Teeth
PoetryA poetry collection about the art of letting go and changing under the stains of time. You lose little pieces of who you were in order to evolve. Pull those loose teeth, and make room for something better. Let's grow together.
