a million pieces by joaquin

a million pieces

if loving you meant enduring pain,
you could rip my heart into a million pieces

and i’d still be happy, because then
i’d have a million pieces to love you with

i’m a sucker for your pain and no one else’s

all of you could punch me and i’d still think your touch was the kindest

Written by

joaquin 23/M

(23/M)

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