Her words came down
Like hail in the summer.
Left bruises on my back,
And thumbprints on my neck.
It was so out of place,
My god—
She asked for more space,
But space was all I had
So I gave her everything in this place,
I'd do anything to escape.
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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}
