it’s hard to forget you
when you are written all over my body
like black sharpie
that even if i scrubbed my body raw
would still be so black.
it is like my skin swallowed the scars you gave me
the ones I counted with my fingertips
the purple bruises you sucked out of me
have hardened into scabs.
if i’d pick them my soul would bleed
with your memory.
the gentle caress of your kisses
crack like burned lips.
licking them makes it worse.
and now you live in me
and I need to carry you around
like a rock around my throat
and pretend i like to wear it.
you are part of me now
and I will live with that
every day of my damned existence
as you sit in my mind.
the shittiest part is
i don’t get to haunt you
the same way you swallowed my existence
as if it weren’t flesh and blood.
i hope your mouth tastes like metallic.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (2)
Well damn… you perfectly put into words how my last relationship felt. Like it permanently changed me. I think some people are dark angels, going around breaking hearts so their victims can learn self love—meanwhile, they’re unscathed by the trail of broken hearts they leave. This is incredible.
Whether real or imagined, I felt your pain. Good Work