Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2013
Doesn't it make you feel silly?
The way that love can make you teach a grown man about the way his eyes stump you every single time and oh, God!
Remember that time I tried to tear out the thorns in your side
and wear them as my own
even though I knew better
than to walk around bearing someone else's pain?
I cannot help but think, It must be terribly unnerving to be cared for by a poet. To think of all the times they stay up late writing metaphors for your skin.
Written by
Please log in to view and add comments on poems