1.
I have blood in my mouth, if I open it
it might come spilling out.
2.
My love is a knife, my heart is a hair pin
trigger. In the end this will only leave you
with scars.
3.
Because I will not leave you with scars.
Not when I have my own, not when I know
How easily they reopen. And not when I
know that I am always one foot out the door.
4.
I am not the girl you take home. I am
the lesson you learn from.
5.
Because I never learned how to say it
without choking on it.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
1.
I have blood in my mouth, if I open it
it might come spilling out.
2.
My love is a knife, my heart is a hair pin
trigger. In the end this will only leave you
with scars.
3.
Because I will not leave you with scars.
Not when I have my own, not when I know
How easily they reopen. And not when I
know that I am always one foot out the door.
4.
I am not the girl you take home. I am
the lesson you learn from.
5.
Because I never learned how to say it
without choking on it.
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