Cross over.
She doesnt love you.
She hates you.
She is cold as your heartache
Home.
Warmth was a lie and you sigh
Fingernails crusted with dirt, dead cells
trail down your skin and begin to dig in
her eyes are sharp, sweet, soft, swords, hearts
Let it all end where it starts
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC
Cross over.
She doesnt love you.
She hates you.
She is cold as your heartache
Home.
Warmth was a lie and you sigh
Fingernails crusted with dirt, dead cells
trail down your skin and begin to dig in
her eyes are sharp, sweet, soft, swords, hearts
Let it all end where it starts
