give me the love
that you so carelessly
threw away
so i can mend the broken pieces
and fill the cracks with my own liquid gold- i am jealous of what you could have had

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efflorescence
Poetry- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
xlvii.
give me the love
that you so carelessly
threw away
so i can mend the broken pieces
and fill the cracks with my own liquid gold- i am jealous of what you could have had