If poetry wasn't meant to be felt then why does every word hit your chest as if you re-lived a certain moment?
If poetry wasn't made to be relatable then why does every line feel so close as if you wrote the piece yourself?
We've all been there an...
In moments of weakness we tend to slip back into bad habits. So when I slip back into your arms, under your skin and in your sheets, know that you're nothing but a bad habit.
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