You have a hurricane lover, the disaster of a girl.
We'd never punch or hit or scream at each other,
But these words are heights; at least we'd fall together.
Our love is stronger though, rougher than the tornado inside me—
So I don't need pity; I've been a bit free.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PuisiThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
