I swear I cried enough to carve river beds into my cheeks
Threw up enough to permanently leave my stomach empty
Screamed enough to rip my vocal cords apart
Clawed at the bed post enough to turn my nails to shreds
Because it's the damaged ones you have to look out for
The ones who make you feel like you can get through it all
The ones who hold your hand in the movies and only try to steal one kiss
It's the ones you open your heart up to that can kill you
But oh is it slow and painful
Fuck is it painful
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Poetry
Poetry"The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent with swift motion slide..." William Shakespeare: Sonnet Xlv
