xxiv.
3.7.14
the bloodless cuts on my hands
only burn when submerged in water
is it the same when I am with you?
do the hurtful words not sting until I have something to lose?
do compliments not mean anything until you're tracing them on my skin?
[a.k]
YOU ARE READING
suffocating
Poetryi want to explain how exhausted i am. even in my dreams. how i wake up tired. how i'm being drowned by some kind of black wave.
