the guilt plucks at my hairs
creeps up my throat and rots my teeth
it rings through my ears, like your laugh once did
rips apart the words I was too cowardly to say,
it’s all I see when I catch your eye,
seeping out mine in return, routinely each night
the guilt is sour
disgusting, sharp
but most importantly,
it tastes like You.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 5:12 PM UTC
the guilt plucks at my hairs
creeps up my throat and rots my teeth
it rings through my ears, like your laugh once did
rips apart the words I was too cowardly to say,
it’s all I see when I catch your eye,
seeping out mine in return, routinely each night
the guilt is sour
disgusting, sharp
but most importantly,
it tastes like You.
