Whisper, whisper in the street, the lights are out, a stranger's sheet.
Fingers grasping what was mine, leaving marks but you'll be fine.
Liquids covering the scene, a different one will make you scream.
Baby, say, is this too much? The blood, the pain, the sweet, sweet rush?
Oh darling boy I trusted you, can't believe you aren't true.
Shards where once was happiness. Am I crazy? You're no less.
(Made on the 23th of August, 9:40pm)
A/N: I think this is actually the worst so far so maybe gonna delete this soon ahh😭
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