I feel fingers pressed into the abscess of my throat
the missing pieces from when
I didn't tell you that
I needed you
But tonight I'll sit alone
poking around my throat
discovering new ways to feel pain
My tongue cries,
the strongest muscle in the human body
cannot comprehend
that now, you are but a memory.
I wish I could scream
I wish you could see me dying
I wish you could see this blue
The blue echoing on my lips
The color of the secrets I keep
hidden in the hickeys you left me
to watch as they never seem to ******* fade
no makeup will hide
the fact that you
will never need me
like I needed you
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
I feel fingers pressed into the abscess of my throat
the missing pieces from when
I didn't tell you that
I needed you
But tonight I'll sit alone
poking around my throat
discovering new ways to feel pain
My tongue cries,
the strongest muscle in the human body
cannot comprehend
that now, you are but a memory.
I wish I could scream
I wish you could see me dying
I wish you could see this blue
The blue echoing on my lips
The color of the secrets I keep
hidden in the hickeys you left me
to watch as they never seem to ******* fade
no makeup will hide
the fact that you
will never need me
like I needed you
