This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter.
i want you
to hurt me
and give me
as many bruises
on my skin
as you want
because i am
———-
nothing without you
———–
that’s why i
lurk outside when
i need a
quick smoke break
the moment i
begin to panic
the nicotine attaches
itself to my
curtains without permission
———–
so now i
must cleanse my
body of you
yet i won’t
stop after a
single ounce of
joy i bought
from you
last time i cried
———–
it was only
sixty five dollars
so why does
it feel like
it ripped every
nerve from within
and wrapped them
in your skin
———–
———–
setting me ablaze