p o e t r y

88

It's 8:23 am and I'm drowning myself under a faucet of regret

the hot water burns against my skin

an attempt of ridding myself from your touch

on my skin

I'm hurt and you're too strong

against your wall

we knocked photo frames

tumbling down the corridors like hurricanes from the south

as we tripped on each others tongues

but we both know

you shouldn't kiss me the way you do

friends don't share skin

like we do 

a//n

in need of a familiar face and reassuring embrace