you drove like there were no rules, like you were the only person in that car. in some ways i wish i would have died that night. crushed against the door, limp and lifeless. i wish i would have died so i could look down at you watching as the blood drained from the gorge in my neck. watch your face become frail and afraid and sorry. you'd understand then, killing me wasn't the only thing you had done. you broke me, too.
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the heartbreak horde
Poetrymainly what i write at two am when i feel like shit and want to cry about boys or the utter madness that is my mind
