Jul 15 2011


Published by at 1:47 pm under emo Poems

I can see it flow,
Red against grey steel,
white flesh.

It slips away,
Like our love did.

Warm on my skin,
Like lusty breath,
pulling me closer to blissful death.

It runs,
Like you through my fingers.

It doesn’t hurt,
not while it drips,
Not like your kiss.

It’s all I have left,
And it’s almost gone…

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2 Responses to “Drip”

  1. pixieon 15 Jul 2011 at 2:14 pm

    Like I’ve said, very raw. Almost too personal to read.
    It’s so true and it’s so real, says very much about the relationship you had. Gives reasons for your actions.
    This was, to me, very unpolished, but with a sort of… professional air.
    Don’t know if that makes sense.
    Very sad poem, made me cry. It also made me angry, was written that well.
    I loved the simplicity of the title, you made it extremely alluring, somehow.
    The poem was easy to read, very lyrical.
    Well done.

  2. Justaboyon 16 Jul 2011 at 1:45 pm

    I think I understand what you mean…it’s edgy, it’s not pretty, but it’s still good? If its in this format, at least from me, the reason that it’s so raw is because it’s what I’m feeeling or what I’m experiencing.
    No changes,
    No disguises,
    No makeup,
    Life at it’s ugliest.
    Thank you.

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