What if those scars on my arms weren't from getting burnt by the pots?
What if I was the reason behind them being there in the first place?
What if I was conscious when I caused them but wasn't really aware of what I was doing?
Maybe, just maybe the reason why I did that was because I was trying to get rid of the memory of you
How your skin left mine tingling after grazing it
Maybe the problem is I always knew your lovely hello would be a painful goodbye
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A Thousand Kisses From A Thousand Roses
Poetry"She held the burden of her truths and was weighed down by all her lies." •~She wasn't sad anymore She was numb And numb She knew Was somehow worse~• Chapter Media By Lafleur🎈 All credits to her🍁
