don't stop being my muse,
keep hurting me,
for the pen can only write
if it is already filled with blood as its ink,
don't stop being my muse,
let me suffer in my own poison,
this is my antidote,
for i must hurt myself,
if i want to heal,
don't stop being my muse,
caress me,
ignite my sleeping soul,
leave trails of words on my skin,
let your silence burn everything down,
until silence
will be the only thing left.
YOU ARE READING
confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
