He's a thunderstorm coming too soon
A trainwreck never once willing to learn how to stop
A whirlwind of emotion swiping each and everything he pass by, clean slate
He's every single terrifying thoughts keeping one up at night
The reason behind every trust issue"Don't trust me"
His hands like blades
And his lips like knives
and i bleedI bleed
I bleed
I bleedWe bleed.
This is a time bomb, i told my friend
Tick
Tock
We're coming to an end—but i've seen the fireworks in your eyes and im staying
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Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
PoetryMy therapist told me i needed a healthier coping mechanism