A tall, dark disaster
You had brown eyes
with flecks of green-
just like your late mother.
I remember showing you,
every inch
of my veins.
we explored every cell
of ourselves,
never looking back.
But now,
we cant explore anymore-
because our veins have gone dry
no longer hungry for the prick.
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these really good relationship poems:
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light & dark
up & down
in & out
What he said.
I’ve enjoyed reading your work this month, and this might be my favorite.
I’ve enjoyed reading your work this June.
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