He will destroy you. Do you understand that?
He will seep into your bones and grow flowers in the deepest darkest parts of you but, but, he won’t be there to water those flowers. Oh no, he won’t. He won’t be there when it’s too late and his touch has already turned into poison in your system, turning your veins from blue to black. Turning your blood from red to black. He won’t be there.
He will make you believe, make you see, make you fall. But he won’t race down and catch you or blind you when all you see is pain, when all you believe is broken. He won’t be there.
He will destroy you.
Do not, please, do not let him destroy you.
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Just The Words In My Head
PoetryA collection of some of the writing I do - warning; it isn't all that good but I try and I hope whoever comes across this, enjoys it too ♡
