Nov 2014
she guides my hand towards
her chest.
opens up with a sigh and
leads my fingers to her
crusted heart.
here. tear off these scabs so
I can bleed the
wounds
clean and let them close up
as smoothe scars
instead.
I refuse to hurt by
other hands than
yours.
this is love.
there are no band-aids
here.
her chest.
opens up with a sigh and
leads my fingers to her
crusted heart.
here. tear off these scabs so
I can bleed the
wounds
clean and let them close up
as smoothe scars
instead.
I refuse to hurt by
other hands than
yours.
this is love.
there are no band-aids
here.
