I saw you as one of the pieces of me
that I'd lost in my childhood
when I was too busy focusing on nothing
to notice.
I guess we're all born to broken people
and we were no exception.
You were the first real thing to happen to me
in years,
the first person that understood me,
understood I needed someone to hold me
just once
just for one night.
I fell asleep in your arms
and wondered why I had to keep these things a secret.
We ran through each other's veins
like disease;
a sickness I didn't want to get rid of.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
I saw you as one of the pieces of me
that I'd lost in my childhood
when I was too busy focusing on nothing
to notice.
I guess we're all born to broken people
and we were no exception.
You were the first real thing to happen to me
in years,
the first person that understood me,
understood I needed someone to hold me
just once
just for one night.
I fell asleep in your arms
and wondered why I had to keep these things a secret.
We ran through each other's veins
like disease;
a sickness I didn't want to get rid of.
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