That Girl

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He spits fire like it is the only thing that he can give,

he believes that hearts were made of steel and

you're a fool for changing yours into crystals

just to tame him.

You saw him,

leaving his house, the one that he never did call

'home'

but you realized that he was already missing

before the night he left.

He uses band-aids to fix his skin,

neglecting your loving hands just because they were

caloused.

You love him so much,

adores him so much,

yet those feelings were unaccepted because for him,

those were too much.

Then suddenly,

you stopped.

You stopped playing nurse

to every wounds he gained each day.

You stopped

From driving in the middle of the night

just to take to take him home.

Because honey, he was broken beyond repair.

You stopped.

You stopped from doing everything you used to do.

But why does the beating inside your ribs never stopped?