Rid Myself of You

I've ripped off my skin
I can still feel your touch

I've bitten off my tongue
I can still taste you

I've poured acid in my eyes
I can still see you

I've busted my eardrums
I can still hear you

They say time heals all wounds
I call bullshit

Nothing can cleanse me
From your sins

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

Region, Country: USA - Georgia, USA

Favorite Poets: Lord Alfred Tennyson, Robert Frost, Allen Ginsberg, Walt Whitman , Misha Collins, John Donne

1 year 5 months ago

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1 year 5 months ago

this poem hits hard- very well done.

1 year 5 months ago

very much, MM!

1 year 4 months ago

I do not know what to say... you put it right out there for all to see. Plain and simple and to the point. I always enjoy your poetry.

*hugs, Cat

1 year 4 months ago

Sometimes you just have to say it like it is.