Is there someplace quiet we can go?
Forgive me if the only noise I want to hear is your breathe growing heavy
You ask me if you're worth it
Like you don't know that you're the only one I arch my back for
When the warmth of your fingertips caress my porcelain skin
Hand in hand
Flesh on flesh
A whisper of a filthy promise
A silent beg for more
Laying together in the darkness
Behind a closed and locked door
YOU ARE READING
Skitzo Sketch
PoetryThis is a collection of my original poems. They contain ideas and laments about love, pain, self harm/hate, suicide, mental illness, and more. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** when *** shows up beware of that piece
