Massive Wounds

I only thought that I could wash the filth with lies.

Undone buttons and pulled off sheets.

Each scar caressed by an unfamiliar voice.

I've lost all touch.

 

His lips won't void my sorrow.

Your ghost still fills each breath.

I only thought that i could stitch myself with lies

It only tore me open.

 

These wounds are massive.

Reviews

[Leona Cieri]

I quite liked it, yet I feel the ending, not entirely the last time but in general, was cut short. I love the whole concept and word choice to describe the wounds, but maybe another stanza before the last line would make that line even more powerful and meaningful and to the poem overall.
Otherwise, very nice work! ^^