Go on, push her.
Feel the weight of your frown when you lost her;
Like the weights in her pockets that made her fall faster.
The whistle of the air in her hair before the ground is about to catch her,
your mouth being pulled into a smile by fish hooks; when you said you still loved her that day the ground sadly caught her.
When you thought you did her a favour, because no one else deserved her.
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
Go on, push her.
Feel the weight of your frown when you lost her;
Like the weights in her pockets that made her fall faster.
The whistle of the air in her hair before the ground is about to catch her,
your mouth being pulled into a smile by fish hooks; when you said you still loved her that day the ground sadly caught her.
When you thought you did her a favour, because no one else deserved her.
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