Seeing your face aglow with ecstasy,
Remembering that those fire-blue eyes were once on me.
These wounds are as raw as the day they were inflicted.

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Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
raw.
Seeing your face aglow with ecstasy,
Remembering that those fire-blue eyes were once on me.
These wounds are as raw as the day they were inflicted.