What sick jokes to play.
My feelings aren't cheap, simple toys that can be tossed about and put back together again in an instant.
They're fragile and delicate.
Though I suppose I can't blame you for being a neglectful puppet master when I handed you the strings to my marionette heart.
YOU ARE READING
Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
