𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 ☆彡

𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉𝓅𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈

I know I break myself

into pieces as I often

cut myself with the shards

I promise you I have
tried to feel everything 
less immensely but my
soul can feel every 
missing piece

It would be a lie to say 
I did not cry when your 
stars stopped kissing
my nighttime sky

I still feel my heart ache
when the sunlight shines 
too bright to love anything
close enough

I promise myself it gets 
better as I inject those words
in my veins but I often cut 
my blood supply off

They tell me it is insignificant 
but I still have tangled bed 
sheets from all of my sleepless
nights

I can only hope I am 
remembered as gentle 
even when I am too 
harsh on myself.

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