His great voice
Boomed with every word he spoke
"What do you love about me?"
He grabbed my slit wrists,
and my bruised neck.
"Nothing."
I spat out,
Looking into his eyes,
Over his lips,
Over his hands.
"Absolutely nothing."
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
His great voice
Boomed with every word he spoke
"What do you love about me?"
He grabbed my slit wrists,
and my bruised neck.
"Nothing."
I spat out,
Looking into his eyes,
Over his lips,
Over his hands.
"Absolutely nothing."