"At night when I get really sad
I like to thing about how much I love you
And how I can never let you know it
How I can't leave because I'd miss you way too much
So instead I pick something up, and draw hearts on my wrist
Reminding me just how much love hurts
They are beautiful hearts, may I say
Lining all up my arm
And they are even turning red
But then I got the idea to draw a line straight through them all
Telling myself how stupid I am to love you
And now they represent my broken heart
Damaged, bleeding, and hurting
But it's ok, right?
A broken heart never killed anyone..."
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
