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Oct 2015
I need a stranger to burn their fingertips on my skin
To leave the marks of their lips on mine
Kisses that taste like sour wine
Because they're not yours
I need touch to get rid of the aching
My heart has of you
I crave your arms around me
But instead I'll spend a night with someone I don't know
Simply because it's easier than saying your name
I wonder how many random people I will need to kiss
For your existence to be washed away from my tongue by their saliva
And I wonder how many sleepless nights I will have to spend with people I just met
Just so I don't dream of you
You are a nightmare that I keep reliving
You have burned my insides with such a wild fire that could heat up the moon
You have melted my walls down
But god ******
Does the fire make me feel alive.
do not say his name
Written by
Kristina  27/Genderqueer/Australia
(27/Genderqueer/Australia)   
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