i’m no idiot
but i’m a fucking fool
for thinking of you
at night
when i’m aloneyou frighten me more than ghosts
and men with guns
i can run from anything
except
the thought of youmy heart is a rose and it’s bleeding red
my mind is a violet and it makes me blue
tell me what i’m supposed to do
tell me what i’m supposed to do
i poured my fucking heart out to you
and the silence i got in return is so sharp
it cuts like a knife
and it’s empty and darki never was angry
i’m not angry now
it’s more like a let down
a shot to the bow
a knife to the gut
a slap in the face
you weren’t ever mine
so i wasn’t replaced
but i give
and i give
and i hope
that you’ll take
but nothing is working
you’re so far awayi thought i wanted answers
but if the thought of my letters
make you sick
to your stomach
please turn them into paper snowflakes
at least
turn them into something beautiful
that will touch you
like i couldn’t-this is not mine .
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Some Pretty Mistakes | ✓
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