As he bit into my heart he looked into my eyes,
He had a nasty grin,
Like he was missing something inside...
He wiped his mouth and closed his eyes
"Ah that was refreshing"
He said while I just laid there and cried...
YOU ARE READING
A special type of high in saving yourself.
PoetryA book of Love, Trauma, Sadness, Sleepless Nights and intrusive Thoughts A book of my poems. (None of the images in this book are mine except the image on the title page)
