there is blood in my mouth
i know it is my blood
could be from
tooth cheek nail
throat raw from crying
my hands are shaking
a catalogue of sensations
that are making
my knees weak
and i know you’re
talking to me
can see your mouth moving
think i hear my name
but can’t be sure
there is blood rushing
in my ears
through the frantic beating
of my heart
and i just want it
to slow down
keep from stumbling
over itself when
i think of you
and you’re still talking
i think it’s to ask
if i’m okay
and i want to ask back
what do you want
me to say?
what do you want
to hear from me?
because it hurts
it hurts
it hurts
it hurts
- Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 26th, 2019 00:39
- Category: Love
- Views: 13
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