when my brain tells me to kiss you,
i gently remind her that it's not an option anymore.
i comfort the pain my heart cries about,
let her silently indulge on the idea of what if
and tell her she'll be okay.
i let her pretend for a moment
but i make sure to pick her back up again,
make sure she knows she'll be okay.
and she will.
- phantom lips
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MOONCHILD ; poetry ii
Poetryif i want to die, i'll strive to live as much as i want to die
