There is no need to give anyone or anything extra significance
because I know they will all at some point disappoint me
or turn around and leave.
Seasons never stay, roses wilt and people... Well people are the worst
They wreck you in ways you never knew were possible
And I can't afford losing any more parts of me because I might lose who I am altogether
I'm not a bottle you empty and throw away I'm a fucking flower pot.
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Fragments
Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
