you left marks on my neck

you left marks on my neck
and disappeared again.
don't let me wash
i want to exist
in these clothes,
rumpled and lived-in
want to feel your skin
and smell your morning sweat
next to a lover,
lonely, lonely
he never thought to warn me.

Reviews

[hanzabonanza]

love is transient- something we don't want to accept- lovely poem, captures so many emotions

[celyn]

this is amazing, yet again. and don't worry, they're all twats. we'll pull you someone good this weekend aye.