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i guess I just don't understand how she can hold your hand and never have to wear long sleeves or turtlenecks. maybe to her you aren't a thunderstorm. maybe it just hurts to know that i never deserved the calm before the storm. i'm jealous of her shorts and t-shirts, i can never look at her without searching for bruises and crossed fingers. was it just that I never deserved to feel your breath against my neck without your hand digging into my wrist, leaving marks of your lack of tenderness in the same shade as violets; i always tried to find beauty in you. i'm sorry that i could never be enough
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
to the new girl.
i guess I just don't understand how she can hold your hand and never have to wear long sleeves or turtlenecks. maybe to her you aren't a thunderstorm. maybe it just hurts to know that i never deserved the calm before the storm. i'm jealous of her shorts and t-shirts, i can never look at her without searching for bruises and crossed fingers. was it just that I never deserved to feel your breath against my neck without your hand digging into my wrist, leaving marks of your lack of tenderness in the same shade as violets; i always tried to find beauty in you. i'm sorry that i could never be enough
paola-m
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
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