28/F/A happy place. Feminist and unashamed.
I write for the hopeless and broken-hearted.
BPD enthusiast just trying to find my place in this cold world. Follow me on Instagram @ rebel_babyyy 159 followers / 3.4k words
The problem with playing wolf is they’ll never believe you till it’s over. Tired of hearing her own empty words and promises. She turned off the lights.
To deny her petals Of water Was to deny the essence of her soul From which you grew. Water her petals, but kiss the stems Of lust. Of regret. And watch the cracks dry up.