you said you'd always love me
what use is love to me?
you said there'd always be
a place for me with you
what if i don't fit any more?
every time i break
my own skin
i break my soul
with every harsh word
that leaves my treacherous lips
i crack a little further
in every tormented tear
there is a piece of me
i become less of myself
as I break down
you said you'd always love me
how will you still love me
when there's nothing left?
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Eyes Full of Skies // Mouthfuls of Lies
Poetrythey think i'm weird - i know they do it's true, i'm not like them i'm vulnerable, exposed a snail without its shell that's why the place that i feel safest is the inside of my eyelids where no one else can hurt me if i don't let them in { this is w...
