i still remember it.
i'm sure i always will.i hope you don't.
it tasted sweet on your tongue.
i hope that with enough time,
the sugar will spoil.there's a bug on my wrist,
it nips at my skin.
i have scars there,
in the shape of a kiss.lipstick on teeth.
mixed red stains.you're quite funny, really.
you thought that it was sane.
i could laugh for days,
and days, and days, and days.until my voice is all gone,
and i'm left with the shame,
of being a complicit doll,
in your game.
YOU ARE READING
red-stained fingertips
Poetryprose and poetry and blood and romance. a fucking stupid combination. ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ TW: some poems mention suicide, self-harm, homophobia, and eating disorders started in september of 2021 #4 in poetry 8 . 8 . 23