I wanted us to be citizens so no would ask us about our sins, but there's some intoxicating thrill about entering a home of love and finding skeletons in the closet. You told me you didn't want me to fall asleep with hate in my heart, so I guess I'll stay awake. I miss the emotions that came with the thrill, but mostly I miss being a part of your life.
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Poetrymidnight thoughts from a girl who doesn't like following rules.
