remember when i talked about keira? her eyes as blue as a bright diamond, with one small splotch of hazel brown? our love is broken up in spans of months, "i want to take a break" turning into "i want to break up" the selfish and degrading words digging into me like a sharp blade. the pain almost never-ending, until she confesses her love again. her soft lips and pale, cold skin.
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Ranting/slam poetry
PoetryTW: mentions of sexual harassment, self-harm, and tons of other shit.
