I'm tired.
I'm not sure what to do.
Your touch lingers on my skin,
but so do others too.
It is not as if,
We are a match made in heaven.
But I will mention,
There was a time I thought the world only of you.
So now I'm never sober,
Drunk on a better man's touch.
But I still think of you in the night,
Because I once thought you were the one who'd keep my flame alight.
Although I see it now,
I meant nothing to you.
You still meant everything to me,
So in the end I still think of you.
And even though now another's touch lingers, yours still has a tendency to harm.
To burn; I think it's left a scar.
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Just Kinda Wanna Die ❤️
PoetryPoems. This blew up over the past couple weeks so, thankyou 🥺👉👈❤️ I um, just use Wattpad to vent so I wasn't really expecting this thankyou all for your comments it means a lot to me
