my mind constantly cluttered with thoughts of us.
what we had, what we wanted.
but you took those thoughts, and made them razor blades.
every time i think of you, i’m cut, i’m cut so deep.
the blood is comforting, it’s warm.
just like your hugs.
the blood is sweet, like the taste of your lips, but it’s also bitter.
so bitter and so sweet just like you, my dear
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 12:23 PM UTC
my mind constantly cluttered with thoughts of us.
what we had, what we wanted.
but you took those thoughts, and made them razor blades.
every time i think of you, i’m cut, i’m cut so deep.
the blood is comforting, it’s warm.
just like your hugs.
the blood is sweet, like the taste of your lips, but it’s also bitter.
so bitter and so sweet just like you, my dear