Like milk on a stove, if I'm left unattended I'll boil over. I'll boil on my thoughts and let every word said fester. I'll think and think without a word, once you walk away I'll spill and make a mess. You'll be angry of course, you were only gone for second and I was just fine before. But I felt the heat rising, I wanted to scream every single frustration out at you, I never wanted to boil.
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ballads of heartbreak
Poetry"I'm sorry that I'm like this, I'm trying my best" -essentially a diary, slight tw for being self destructive & harmful, some really good stuff crammed in with a bunch of nonsensical three am cry sessions
