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i know a boy, who loves a girl, who loves his best friend. he tells me, "i want to know nothing but her lips." i say, "take my nothing, i want your something." he asks me why i want his something because his something is loving someone who isn't sleeping in his bed and there is nothing more painful than watching her kiss another pair of lips but what he doesn't understand is that i want his something because having something that hurts is better than having nothing at all all he has is love, and i don't even think i remember how to love anymore. there are nights when i stare up at the open sky and wonder if there's anything left for me because i buried alive everyone who tried to love me there are nights when the darkness tries to swallow me and i have to rip up my skin to keep it away from me because my blood is the only thing that reminds it i'm still breathing there are nights when i look at the boy, who loves the girl, who loves his best friend and i realise he's just as empty as i am
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
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i know a boy, who loves a girl, who loves his best friend. he tells me, "i want to know nothing but her lips." i say, "take my nothing, i want your something." he asks me why i want his something because his something is loving someone who isn't sleeping in his bed and there is nothing more painful than watching her kiss another pair of lips but what he doesn't understand is that i want his something because having something that hurts is better than having nothing at all all he has is love, and i don't even think i remember how to love anymore. there are nights when i stare up at the open sky and wonder if there's anything left for me because i buried alive everyone who tried to love me there are nights when the darkness tries to swallow me and i have to rip up my skin to keep it away from me because my blood is the only thing that reminds it i'm still breathing there are nights when i look at the boy, who loves the girl, who loves his best friend and i realise he's just as empty as i am
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
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