Poems from ckoser13
my lungs are filled with
words I wish I could say to you
and smoke
which one do
you think will
exit my lips first,
onto a stage
called a...
I hate the words I wear on my sleeve so insistently
like I'm supposed to protect myself in cotton armor
I hate the words because most of...
Today I painted my nails black
so next time I
dig them into your warm
cold, indifferent back
you might feel my anger...
Your lips are so juicy you know
don't get me started on your tongue
dont even get me started on how it feels when you bite back
You have that power that I can never reach,
for I am tangled up in a web of untruths, un-optimal angle. I thought I was okay but your...