It's not her fault the towels have blood stains on them.
You're the one who destroyed her knees,
(among other things)
remember?
In one swipe of a night,
the greatest thing
you ever had
lost you,
and you think you understand!
She isn't mad because of your actions;
she isn't mad at all.
She's aggravated that you have to be past-tense
and a tail now pulls at her head
whenever she tries to rest.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
It's not her fault the towels have blood stains on them.
You're the one who destroyed her knees,
(among other things)
remember?
In one swipe of a night,
the greatest thing
you ever had
lost you,
and you think you understand!
She isn't mad because of your actions;
she isn't mad at all.
She's aggravated that you have to be past-tense
and a tail now pulls at her head
whenever she tries to rest.
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