Terça-feira, 23 de Dezembro de 2014

not the kind of girl to go back and trace off your mistakes, never the one to savage through your open wounds and pour salt all over them as if by accident but always the one who shut you up with kisses and tried the hardest to make your own skin feel like home. midnights and strong tides weren’t a good enough reason for me to go away and as i held you closer and whispered it is okay as long as you dont let go i didn’t mean for you to be attached, understand i am my own demon combatting against other malign deeds and i couldn’t live with bees stinging the corner of my mouth and my bed wasn’t made to act as a minesfield. tired of holding bombs in my own body and waiting for soldiers to walk away just because they have already done enough damage to rip the enemy into shreads. for months you were only the blood on my carpet i was too exhausted to wash off and for that i am sorry. you being angry is justified but in this case scenario you misunderstood our whole deal and seeked help somewhere else. i should have been the doctor waiting on the hospital door but once again i’m sorry i’m only the emergency room

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