I wish that I could crack these ribs,
And reach inside.
Maybe pull out what's eating me apart.
Then that way I could
Deteriorate myself to the bones
All on my own.
[Create a piece of art(?)]
I'm falling apart,
And I'm reaching for your hands,
But I don't know where they went.
I'm sorry I can't reach up to your standards,
I really am.
But if I was any taller, I'd be giant,
And my height is the one thing that you said you'd change about me...
Nothing is perfect,
So I guess I'm a nothing,
(Since other than my height;
You said I was perfect.)
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I hate this tension between us.
I love you.
Please tell me what you think
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"I wish that I could crack these ribs,
And reach inside.
Maybe pull out what's eating me apart."
Oh Shannon.
There's no reason why you should feel this way;
and if there is,
I'll kill it.
Seriously.
♥
I fucking love you to Pluto and back 6976797132549674353 times. -
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eh. There kind of is a reason I should feel this way. x.x
And yes, please kill it.
ilyt. <3 -
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D:
I'm going to kill it.
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Wow; I love this poem. It captured some of my feelings that I just can't get out. Sigh. I hate this as well.
"I'm falling apart,
And I'm reaching for your hands,
But I don't know where they went."
My favorite lines.. Oh how I can relate. I hope things get better. <3
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