I never knew why I thought of you as treasure, something to hide from thousands of people, just to keep another women's knock away from your door, or was I just a pillow saving you from those terrific nightmares under your sheets?
I would treasure you like raindrops in the netted windows.
I would keep you like a person's cascading soul in the cemeteries, always locked in place, in a tombstone with no bouquets, a fresh scent of perfume kept underneath your soiled clothes, like the smell of a lavender field.
You would keep me like your reflection in the mirrors, always sealed in your eyes, seeing if my worn skin has scratches in it, or if my skin has uneven tones.
I'm fragile as a vase, dont break me.
I'm patient as the clock, don't leave me, but I'll keep
waiting for you.
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All About Him
Romance(COMPLETE VER.) A heartbreak is an inferno eating you alive, and one of the many ways i deal with the excruciating pain is thru the play of words where i can construct trauma into unimaginable things, and this is one of my creations that wouldn't h...
