May 2013
9 tags
Fuck You
The way you twist my heart
to mold to your hands
and the way you never lie,
such that your words are either so kind
or filled with such bitter truth
that I find myself
visiting the dark corners
of my mind.
And I lay awake at night
aching for your confessions
and pointless musings
whispered into my neck,
lips tangled in messy hair.
The last conscious breath
before dosing...
