to the mysterious girl that I can never figure out -
the bruises on your arms tell a story that i have to read twice to understand the full meaning of.
your chapped lips are a scene in which I have to watch over and over, each time seeing new things that i hadnt seen before.
your eyes are bloodshot, but beautiful.
tell me darling, do you realize that I am the same.
my bruises are on the inside, my chapped lips are raw and my bloodshot eyes are flickering towards the half empty bottles that sit on the counter.
we both know that only I can save you. only you can save me.
im have a one-way ticket to be with you again.
i can only hope that you will take me back.
- him
YOU ARE READING
- her (editing)
Short Storyshe loved you, the way the stars miss the sun in the twilight. endlessly. - her
