The Watermarks Across My Skin #25

I felt your tongue slip between my teeth,

All the words that you couldn’t say,

If only scars could speak of a

Speckled past dripping down my hands.

We are our own demons;

We create the reality we live in the middle of the night when

All we can do is try to love one another.

I’m not sure what direction you want to go but

I do know it will never be easy.

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