a confession:
i always loved you best with your
hair falling into your eyes and
your lips red with blood and
your knuckles raw from punching.
when you were angry, bold,
on the offence, ( the best kind of
defence is an offence, remember).
i understand that i should prerfer
the peace in you, but there is
something beautiful in the
way you light up with ferocity when
the world tries to beat you down,
and there, in that spark, is the kid
i'd follow to the end of the world.
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PoetryMeaningful, relatable poems. This wattpad book is going to be filled with meaningful, relatable , broken heart poems *trigger warning * some of the poems and pictures with the poem might be a bit deep.
