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it doesn't even matter anymore

A part of me knows that the way your lips curl up into that sly smile foreshadows my destruction

I see the pain in you

The weight of the world lives inside you and it's tearing you to shreds right in front of me

It's not that I think I can change it or make the hurt that constricts you loosen it's chains around your broken soul

I guess there was just a part of me that hoped you wouldn't embrace me while you let it crush your bones

I'm not the comfort you're looking for

I'm just a kid with a ****** up head and a tendency to fall in love with the idea of being the comfort you seek and I hate it

It's always so difficult to let someone else in and every time I know it's a shattered image of love but I keep trying

That smile, that comfort, that breathy voice on my neck that I'm all too aware will break me

Maybe I should just let go

I never really know

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netanya
27 / F / American
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Sep 22, 2014
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