I write poems without titles because I cannot find a single word that even begins to express the letters that my pen so effortlessly burns Into this paper. maybe I should name them all after you because the flame that rises from my heart gets caught in my throat and give me a sensation that reminds me of your kiss and I can't seem to spit it out
your name cannot escape my lips, believe me I've tried to get it out but it sends a shockwave throughout the 7 million nerves that inhabit my body and it reminds me of how I felt when your lips kissed my stained wrists and whispered that you'd never stray from my side and you'd never be able to say goodbye but look where we are today. you always promised you'd be there but where the hell are you while I'm going through all of this because it hurts a lot more than I thought and I'm so concerened about this never ending story I haven't taken the time to read inbetween the lines and make my own self hatred stop