your words are as empty as the craters of the moon.
barren and desolate.
your shine, only reflecting off of what truly is.
who are you?
why do you like to hurt me?
please,
no more,
my heart yearns,
drained of its blood.
i am now the emptiness of space, holding you up, and you ignorantly continuing to shine light that does not belong to you.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
your words are as empty as the craters of the moon.
barren and desolate.
your shine, only reflecting off of what truly is.
who are you?
why do you like to hurt me?
please,
no more,
my heart yearns,
drained of its blood.
i am now the emptiness of space, holding you up, and you ignorantly continuing to shine light that does not belong to you.
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