Fuck, it's ironic how empty I am
because I swear there was a time when I had the whole universe within me
But I cried my rivers dry
As my heart erupted like a volcano
With lava that painted over every beautiful scenery within me
Turning them Into sceneries of charcoal black and gouged red flames
my stars died every time I tried to sleep
so eventually I stopped sleeping
And I had planets in my eyes but they crashed into static
The sharp rigged edges of their remains cut my skin,
allowing the black hole within me to rob my oceans and swallow my sun
The flowers growing inside my head are dead,
I had thunderstorms in my veins and clear blue skies
till I ripped them open and they all poured out
I used to be a universe but now I'm a wreck
With bright red stop signs and bold warning labels
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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...
