part 2

to think it was love was terribly foolish to think it was love was exhausting to think it was anything more than a game a game only made for one and I wasn’t made to be a player to think to actually think I was more than a body more than a body that you took for yourself you took things that never belonged to you that were never open to you you took them in your hands like I took a razor in mine sitting in the tub tears hitting the wounds on my wrists head hanging between my legs listening to the slow bang of my heart against my ribs trying to catch my breath trying to stop the blood trying to fight for my life and yet you were the one hurting bleeding out taking your last breath

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