July 14, 2020

How many poems will I have to write 

before I stop thinking about the way 

your hands felt against my skin, and 

the way your tongue felt in my mouth? 

Love is not beautiful, there is no prince 

charming. Don't let yourself be deceived 

by the devil in a mask. Don't let yourself 

fall for a person whose smile lights up 

your world because he will leave and 

everything will be dark again.

goodbye, -c