Your words cut
so deep;
Enough to
**** what's left
of the good in me.
I watch you leave,
anxious, helpless,
unable to move.
My teeth
pierce my tongue.
The tears always hurt more
than the taste
of blood.
The thoughts and nervous panic
never prepared me for this.
You
never prepared me for this.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
Your words cut
so deep;
Enough to
**** what's left
of the good in me.
I watch you leave,
anxious, helpless,
unable to move.
My teeth
pierce my tongue.
The tears always hurt more
than the taste
of blood.
The thoughts and nervous panic
never prepared me for this.
You
never prepared me for this.
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