Love hurts more than a thousand knives
In bed at 3 am with tears in your eyes
Sometimes I wish it would disappear
Sometimes I wish it would bloom
Why do I keep running back to you?
Just to be stabbed again by your words
Why do I always think of you?
When I never cross your mind
YOU ARE READING
esprit malade
Poetrya penny for my thoughts? trigger warning: depression, eating disorders, anxiety etc.
