I love my vices
but my vices don't love me
I had to learn this the hard way
those who love you don't harm you on purpose
never
I love my vices
and my vices love to hurt me
I like to think that it's enough
since it's enough for me to stay
alive
I love my vices
but I never loved myself
I will probably never be able to outgrow them
because they grew inside of me as a part of my flesh
always rotting
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Hummingbird 𓅪 // Poetry
Poesía„Hummingbird" contains the thoughts I couldn't say aloud. You'll find a collection of poems and short prose about love, hate and most importantly about all the whispers in between. If you haven't found your place in this world yet, maybe you'll re...
