And I know that I love you because I would rather go to war with you than live in peace with another.
I would rather tear my fragile skin apart to get it to forget how it felt to have your fingertips against me
than graze the scars of another.
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Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.