My words,
can look like poetry,
and still taste
of poison.
Your eyes,
can shine like stars,
and still burn
like flames.
My hands,
can feel feather soft,
and still
carry a knife.
Your words,
can comfort like a hug
and still manage to steal
all my blood.
- we volley between our love and our desire to hate each other, but I could never pick one, you have damaged me to never love you, but been there enough so I can never hate you
-Chloe Aldecoa
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
My words,
can look like poetry,
and still taste
of poison.
Your eyes,
can shine like stars,
and still burn
like flames.
My hands,
can feel feather soft,
and still
carry a knife.
Your words,
can comfort like a hug
and still manage to steal
all my blood.
- we volley between our love and our desire to hate each other, but I could never pick one, you have damaged me to never love you, but been there enough so I can never hate you
-Chloe Aldecoa
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