there is a part of you that loves him.
it burns a hole through your sternum,
you claw at your ventricles just to make
sure it sits at the forefront of your pink,
beating heart, and it's there:sitting,
waiting,
blooming.
───※ ·❆· ※───
𝐅𝐈𝐍.
YOU ARE READING
[MIS]FORTUNE | ✓
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