𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 [ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ]

- 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍

i held you at every chance i got and not once did you expect warmth.

when you spoke, i looked into your eyes but you only looked at my face.

i bled for you

and yet you saw me as nothing more than a porcelain doll.

and oh how easy it was for that porcelain to shatter.