Jul 25, 2014
A bad poem
I guess you are a bad kisser for insults and disgusting words comes out of your mouth.
They punched me so hard that my fragile portions were bruised, scarred, and broken.
I can’t breathe like how i used to, my lungs are murmuring in pain, my heart is still whispering your name and i don’t know how to cure myself anymore.
Maybe I’ll be fine if you get all the broken pieces back together.
And maybe, just maybe i’ll be okay if you kiss me with words that my heart has never heard of.
