I’m engraved into you, As a scar below your skin, I am no match for the stitches You try and use to sew me shut. They are only temporary,
By Megan El8 years ago in Poets
My heart knows not of transgression, but only of love. I feel l could nearly watch it flood over like water. maybe that's just who I am.
Whenever winter starts to creep, I wish you’d come along as well. Like you used to. Every year. As the snow began to fall,
Some nights I smoke cigarettes And chase with liquor, but nothing gives me more heart burn than the memory of you carved inside it.
My surroundings are silent but the buzzing fan. It drowns out my sobs as I drown in them. Like a steady drain, the tears do fall.
