Its not always about love or heartbeats
Sometimes its about wanting to be enough
And not just to be perfect or nice or kind to people around you
Not all people deserve that shit anymore
Its not about how nice of a people you are
People will always find flaws in you no matter what you do
Even if you are a perfect being to be born
To be alive and breathing
The air gets too tight sometimes
Choking and blood clotting
The veins freeze turning blue and purple
Leaving scars behind
Creating a rush of adrenaline up my soul
Into my heart
The beats stopped
Cold and red with frozen blood stains left behind
Ice wasn't my favorite
But warmth wasn't either
YOU ARE READING
Words She Kept Under My Pillow
ПоэзияI looked at the butterflies surrounding my body They floated in air and smiled and decorated my skin with their wings They took flight with me in their arms I know its too unrealistic to be true They feared that fire might englobe me whole and ta...
