I wish someone would fall for me
the same way I've fallen for you
time after time,
it's felt like an inevitable trap I drown myself in
The fatigue that wraps around my head while I try to itch away the flaking, burnt skin from my arms, from my chest,
Passion is a fragmenting jail I can't fight tormenting myself with
If I could only stop loving the wrong people
over and over
Maybe then I'd stop running out of air
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
I wish someone would fall for me
the same way I've fallen for you
time after time,
it's felt like an inevitable trap I drown myself in
The fatigue that wraps around my head while I try to itch away the flaking, burnt skin from my arms, from my chest,
Passion is a fragmenting jail I can't fight tormenting myself with
If I could only stop loving the wrong people
over and over
Maybe then I'd stop running out of air
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