April 10th, 2021
I grew my nails out to sink them in your back. You wanted to bleed. I gave up playing guitar for a while so I could break your skin, so I could scratch your back. But you wouldn't scratch mine. No matter what I did for you, no matter how much I sacrificed-you wouldn't scratch my back.
R.K.
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Holeheart
PoetryI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED