Sloppy kisses,
Bitten lips
Biting tongues
Metallic taste
You’ve drawn blood.
is this really love.
cold and terrified,
embraced by an ember light,
one that you cast
Setting fire to my heart
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
