Bitter Hips

Touch me

And push me apart from the inside.

Kiss my eyes,

Drink my tears.

You don’t have to mean it,

I won’t,

But maybe we’ll find out what it 

Feels like

To be wanted.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741