like rose petals and spilled pretzel crumbs
and broken chairs and blood
always blood
from whatever fight
about whatever foolish
drunk
waste of time.
and we'd run away from it
stumbling
and curling up
under your sheets
with the heat of my guilt
and showering alone the next morning
laying in bed after
just watching the rain
fall and create a sheet of
misery over the roads and cars
and our life together
the one we are forced to hide
if it even exists
at all.
like lies and hopes
and dreams and once again tears.
i am so in love with you.
please dont tell my boyfriend.
Please tell me what you think
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this piece gave me a really hopeless feel. it was really sensitive.
I love all the little personal details you put into this piece. I almost felt guilty reading this because it feels so personal. But I'm glad I read it, it's really stunning.
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