stroke my hair and call me worthless.
kiss my lips and steal my words.
am i a disappointment?
teach me how not to be.
why are your irises blown like you've never seen light before, why are all your words filled with venom and why do you inject them into me with false promises of love?
i am a shadow of the past. you are the glistening light at the end of the tunnel that turns out to be a fire waiting to burn me to ashes.
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if i could fly,
s.
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Poetrysomething in between a rant book and a book for a girl to ramble in. [ @clairescovers ]
