Cramping stomachs
Burning red faces
Sisters instead of mistersGroup hugs
instead of loving
craving armless embracesThis love
Everyday it fades
I met a tiger
who could not be killedSometimes, it's best to walk away
Let them miss you
Live in the clouds of melancholy for a little longer

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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.