Stomach full of dandelion knots, we collected in the rain
Poetry that feels like bullets tearing my flesh away
I lived beneath your bones every day
Your words spilled like paint covering me whole
I realized I don't like the taste of blood
Dislodging myself, I smell words
Heartaches first kiss
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
Stomach full of dandelion knots, we collected in the rain
Poetry that feels like bullets tearing my flesh away
I lived beneath your bones every day
Your words spilled like paint covering me whole
I realized I don't like the taste of blood
Dislodging myself, I smell words
Heartaches first kiss
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