Poems from WildeAndWasted

To the back of my teeth I itchDown from my cold core I wretchFrom when I was young, to the tip of my tongueThe thoughts inside long to...
The point of the pen cuts deeper than the bladeIt leaves its mark, on my skin, the pageFinger print lines, lies on those lipsIt dripsInk...
The case of a bladeIn the darkest placeI clutched it through fabricThrough every feelingA portal to a memory long goneThe blood on your...
They say just let go But I hang on to the edge Of everything Is letting go such a good idea?
Ideas born out of 2amGrown to wrap around my eyesPull them downThey will not shutConstant spike of ideasIn my brain, it hurtsThe throb of...