Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2018
Standing in the shower, I try to scrub the sense of you away.
I try so hard, with such force and effort, that my skin starts to peel off.
It's turning red...

And yet you are still here.
Your lips pressed against mine, your skin burning into me.
And I'm taken back, to those awful days,
When I said no, and you pretended not to hear.


-FreeMind
#48
11/06/18
FreeMind
Written by
FreeMind
Please log in to view and add comments on poems