if i was anything but myself
i would be a glass bullet
one day, someone will pull the trigger
and i will come shooting out
and as i hurt the boy who i could never love,
i will shatter with him.
YOU ARE READING
quarter to dawn {poetry}
Puisia collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
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if i was anything but myself
i would be a glass bullet
one day, someone will pull the trigger
and i will come shooting out
and as i hurt the boy who i could never love,
i will shatter with him.
