Poems from rachsspear
You.
You were my sunshine, my only,
my ray of light in the hell hole I called my body,
You were peace,
You were me and I was you,
but I...
His head was always propped upon mascara-stained pillow cases,
Maybe he didn't notice That I had smeared my Maybelline on his sleeping...
Physics theories say we never actually touch anything at all,
The atoms of ourselves and what we touch have pockets of air between them, ...