I carried you the way you care for a child who scrapped his knees.
I loved you as tenderly as a giant walks through a Forrest of stain glass tree branches.
I fell for you as hard as an atomic bomb hits the head of a needle, only to rest dormant in anticipation of further destruction.
And some nights, some nights I laid awake gripping the air wishing the game of Russian roulette in my chest would finally end.
Other nights I would sleep so deeply I thought I could sleep through my own death, some nights I wished I did.
And Every morning I would wake up with desolation and longing soaked deep into my sheets.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
I carried you the way you care for a child who scrapped his knees.
I loved you as tenderly as a giant walks through a Forrest of stain glass tree branches.
I fell for you as hard as an atomic bomb hits the head of a needle, only to rest dormant in anticipation of further destruction.
And some nights, some nights I laid awake gripping the air wishing the game of Russian roulette in my chest would finally end.
Other nights I would sleep so deeply I thought I could sleep through my own death, some nights I wished I did.
And Every morning I would wake up with desolation and longing soaked deep into my sheets.
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