I
licked my wounds today
and they taste like you.
Sweet blood oozes and
there's infinite pain
in every squeezes
Memories keep these wounds
open, susceptible
to the bacteria of your lies
of the infection brought by absence.
Plagued by unacceptable reasons
of not having you.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
I
licked my wounds today
and they taste like you.
Sweet blood oozes and
there's infinite pain
in every squeezes
Memories keep these wounds
open, susceptible
to the bacteria of your lies
of the infection brought by absence.
Plagued by unacceptable reasons
of not having you.
