I once thought that when you smiled
you’re eyes lit up the room
now the mere thought of your touch
makes my skin crawl
like an itch inside my body
that’s also eating away at my insides
festering inside of me
worming around
making itself comfortable
within the layers of my self loathing
settling in
and now when I look in your eyes
I see dull, dead pools of blue
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
I once thought that when you smiled
you’re eyes lit up the room
now the mere thought of your touch
makes my skin crawl
like an itch inside my body
that’s also eating away at my insides
festering inside of me
worming around
making itself comfortable
within the layers of my self loathing
settling in
and now when I look in your eyes
I see dull, dead pools of blue
blue eyes hate depression touch
