You and your wandering hands could never touch my body the way I wanted to be touched Your tongue could never bring out the moans I so desperately craved your lips were never as gentle as they should’ve been as they kissed all the way down my body your fingertips, they became greedy searching inside me for the little girl I no longer was & one day your voice.. it stopped moving mountains & while I still loved you, you were no longer my master and when you figured out I was no longer your puppet you dipped your fingers inside someone else you dipped your fingers inside someone else when your finger still belonged to me
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I wanted the sun rise this morning, and I couldn’t help but feel the goose bumps crawl all over my body. Partly because it was easily the most breathtaking view I have ever seen, and partly because I have never felt more alone. It’s funny how after all these months. I still picture these beautiful moments with you in them. However the biggest tragedy is that you’re no longer in existence. You’re becoming a very distant memory. Like you, you have actually become a stranger. Someone who I used to know.
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I hope it feels wrong- I hope when your fingers slide inside they reach for forgivness and I hope you come up empty for you, love are searching inside 'someone' who has nothing to offer but someone else's life You, love are reaching inside a thief-- & I hope that when you see yourself staring back through the reflection you see all the tiny names carved along side your lips, your cheeks your eyes liar, cheater, manipulator and worse I hope when you see your untouched hands they are burned from the poison inside her I hope that when you have a quiet moment my silhouette distracts you just long enough for you to forget the monster you've become & love, finally I hope that in your moments of doubt you have no one left to blame but yourself