I'm sitting on a foldable chair that you can place on bleachers but I swear that if I lean back that I'm going to fall.
There's a little hook that prevents you from falling back, but I still swear that I'm going to fall back because I've had you hold me for so long that I've forgotten that you don't have my back anymore, so if I do a trust fall, you're not gonna be there.
If I fall back I might crack my skull and let all the darkness that I have in my mind ooze out from the cracks and I'll end up drowning in my own sorrows, but that might end up hurting less than heartbreak.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
