you are not supposed to love girls like her. she will draw you in and split you open with her yellow cracked fingernails and then she will whisper that she loves you. and you will believe her because god her voice is like every sad song playing all at once
girls like her are ripped on all the edges and splitting at the seams and never ever bothering to stitch themselves back together
I was not supposed to love her. I was not supposed to love. I was not supposed to.
but I did, and it destroyed me
