Touch me
because I'm starting to think
that the gasoline I poured onto myself
has lost its potency.
Touch me
because maybe I'll light up like the sky
you never said you wanted.
Or maybe
You'll touch my wet skin
and think
she's already drowned.
And leave.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
Touch me
because I'm starting to think
that the gasoline I poured onto myself
has lost its potency.
Touch me
because maybe I'll light up like the sky
you never said you wanted.
Or maybe
You'll touch my wet skin
and think
she's already drowned.
And leave.