Sunset You begged me to stay with you while we watched the sunset into the trees, leaving the sky to go dark. You held me so tightly I could not move, and kissed me as if you would die if you were not tasting me.
By J L6 years ago in Poets
Finally, freedom. Six years of scrubbing so hard in the shower that my skin hurts. Six years of screaming and crying and ripping my skin apart to try and drain you out of my veins.