"
You hurt so I didn't have to,
You let yourself sink into the mud so that I could stay clean stood on your shoulders.
You never lifted me up, but you stopped me from falling.
A hand over the edge of the cliff,
always pulling me back before stupid decisions could tear me away from you.
But you're gone.
I'm used to the dragging of the mud now, the covering on my once white clothes,
oh doll. How could you bear it?
I'm used to gritting my teeth and grabbing at branches that I wish were your hands.
I'm used to forcing those stupid thoughts out of my head,
Telling myself it's not what you want for me.
I'm sorry for everything I put on you.
"
───✱*.｡*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱───
-I have crafted myself from hardened hellfire, instead of the softest feathers like you tried to protect.
-Mel 🖤
YOU ARE READING
Aeroplanes and the moon
Poëzie"Tell me again, How the sun loves the moon so much, That he dies every night So she can breathe." ───✱*.｡*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱─── Perhaps my suffocation is my truest form of beauty, for everyone adores to see me gasp for air between their clench...
