when you told me you had your heart broken, I almost didn't want to believe you.
"It's not the same," is what you said, and I saw that look. The look of numbness & old wounds reopening.
"it's not the same." I said softly, remembering the pain.
"but I'll love you and show you why it won't be the same. The difference is, I won't hurt you." I told you.
and I only hoped that you would believe me.
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Poetrycould I stay sober for you, love? *contains suicidal references