untitled poetry 3

when her eyes swelled like my wrist

it was a painful weep i'll never forget

we laid our heads to rest that night

as if anything will be the same

i hoped her warmth would be the last i feel

though i woke up with the awful memory

of what i've done that midnight

the guilt shook me

the fear pounded my heart

the remnants of my mistake

will taint the world till my very wake

notes:

i first wrote this on the wall of my room bc my mom took away every writing material & electronics i had lol