Breathing Ice · Oct 1, 2010
I hate you

The way you touch my hair
And the way you smell my skin
The way it hurts
You make me suffocate
The way I miss your I love you's
And the way your arms shelter me, shatter me
The way it kills me
You make me suicidal
The way our voice comforts me
And the way you make me cut my wrists
And then make me heal my wounds
I hate you

 
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