You
my favourite person
kiss
my favourite scar
(and I wanna whisper
Will you stay
with me until
these red lines
turn white?
but that isn’t fair)
it’s not your fault
it’s there,
it’s his.
Originally published at Nauseated Drive (July ’21)
poetry & prose by HLR
You
my favourite person
kiss
my favourite scar
(and I wanna whisper
Will you stay
with me until
these red lines
turn white?
but that isn’t fair)
it’s not your fault
it’s there,
it’s his.
Originally published at Nauseated Drive (July ’21)