There are two types of insomnias for me :
One that feels like soft butterflies in my stomach
Fluttering their wings as I think that when the sun wakes up
I get to see you again
And the other feels like those butterflies turned vicious
And ate me inside out, nibbling on my heart and tearing through my skin
Leaving only a bloody mess behind
That's when I know I won't.
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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...
