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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Personal · #1190373
for the boy i love
its the feeling of displacement, your body parts detatched, this is so broken, something that can never be fixed, i'd shatter in the blink of an eye, stop to appreciate the crisp leaves you crush beneath your careless feet, are you a figment that keeps haunting my dreams that were once pleasant, i cant imagine the things i'd do for you, we're fine, we can leave this all behind, you did nothing wrong, the fault is completely mine, when words become a disease, it hurts just to try and breathe, i still miss crying on your sleeves, when you said you had to let me go, your arms just soaked up all my faults, i see them in you, your crooked smile tells it all, i dont mind, i'll pick up some bad habits, i've escaped and came down, my mouth is dry from trying not to cry, i think i've forgotten what exactly these tears mean, i drank a whole bottle of that stuff, to try and get you off my mind, its worse now, every blink, every breath, gets harder.
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