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katelyn May 2019
your touch burned my skin
set fire upon my pale body
i couldn’t get enough of it
i knew in the end it would **** me
but i still couldn’t get enough

you were the fresh pull of a new cigarette
easing my pain , but causing my demise in the end
i knew this, yet i was addicted
and couldn’t get enough
of you.
12:05 am.
katelyn Apr 2019
desolation consumes me like a wildfire-
destroying every cell and vein in my body
every once in a while gasoline is added
creating a conflagration that no firefighter could ever extinguish.
i don’t panic as flames possess my hollow body,
i find a sick comfort in the destruction.
4/27/2019
katelyn Apr 2019
i long for his touch
because feeling pain is better than feeling nothing at all
he takes advantage of my fragility
and slices through my skin
watching this carnage unfold before him
katelyn Apr 2019
i think i am falling apart
like petals off a dying flower
except i am not that beautiful
and never will be.
he used to compare me to the stars
but that is an insult to them
as i have never shined
or stood out as bright as they do
i am not even as beautiful as dirt
dirt has a purpose - it supports growth
and i have been incapable of progressing
since my earliest days
idk if this makes any sense

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