When someone utters your name, it feels as if hundreds of people are throwing darts against the base of my throat, and each time I try to utter a single word it gets harder
When I see a glimpse of the brown curl, the sun kissed tan skin I feel my hands lit a flame that ****** and melts the skin on my bones to nothing but the ashes of dead animal skulls.
And when I hear your voice..
The flowers that once bloomed in my heart wilt away and burry theirselves into a deep hole.
I hate you.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
When someone utters your name, it feels as if hundreds of people are throwing darts against the base of my throat, and each time I try to utter a single word it gets harder
When I see a glimpse of the brown curl, the sun kissed tan skin I feel my hands lit a flame that ****** and melts the skin on my bones to nothing but the ashes of dead animal skulls.
And when I hear your voice..
The flowers that once bloomed in my heart wilt away and burry theirselves into a deep hole.
I hate you.