Sandpaper

Sliding through the folds

In your skin

With my coarse hands

Your face torn by grimace

 

But you still love me

And want me

 

I rub my hand like sandpaper

I don’t mean to

But you’re still there

Smiling through the tears

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 21 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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