I would rather take the risk of ripping myself up in front of you in all my emotionally flooded words and emotions
And get hurt by you
Than to take the risk of awkwardly stitching my skin - poking and prodding at the surface - because someone else ripped me open instead.
It's not a life I want to live.
I refuse to let him play doctor, to play God, and win.
I'm not a coward and I won't stop now.
So here I am, slicing my guts open for you.
Here's a needle and thread:
Stitch me up.
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A Piece of Me
ПоэзияA collection of what it is like to be in love with an idea of being in love.