Erin Marie
Erin Marie
Nov 29, 2016

And your words
are like knives.
With every phrase
you cut deeper into me.
And the pieces I have left
spill out onto the table
for all to see.
I am made of nothing
but twisted organs
and thoughts of you.

--Random Thoughts & Whiskey Courage.

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