sharp objects
falling for you is like
cutting myself with a
knife .
if my heart could show scars ,
my hand would be
white .
i'd wash off the blood ,
still unfazed
despite
the thousands of cuts
you gave me
tonight .
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
