I fell in love with someone who has a habit of punching walls when they're angry
You punch them repeatedly whenever the world hurts me
As I lay on a mattress begging you to stop, knowing you won't till you see blood
You punch and scream even when blood starts to drip from your skinned knuckles
And you tell me the rage within you is enough to move mountains
And with the crack of your voice the whole world stops
As I kiss the the fucking anger out of you,
Maybe not all of it but baby just enough for you to lay on the mattress with me
And let me bind your wounds as I softly calm the skies and save the mountains
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Poesía"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...
