My eyelids are bruised. Salt drips cake the worry fraugh lines
My insides in chaos. ***** tastes familiar
**** you. I'm tearing a hole in me
For you to fit in
But you keep growing
Eventually there will be nothing left.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC
My eyelids are bruised. Salt drips cake the worry fraugh lines
My insides in chaos. ***** tastes familiar
**** you. I'm tearing a hole in me
For you to fit in
But you keep growing
Eventually there will be nothing left.
I love you sunshine. But it's too much.
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