tell me something, would you? haven’t you ever wished you could dance in the ashes of everyone who ever doubted your worth & scoffed at your words? (shhh, it’s okay. i won’t tell.)
orihar citeretsidste år
you
told me
i was as
vital
as
that
after-dinner
cigarette
you
could never
have just
one of.
orihar citeretsidste år
begin to miss meals
orihar citeretsidste år
ache in the worst ways.
orihar citeretsidste år
slip from our fingers like a haze of barely-there smoke,
orihar citeretsidste år
you’ll bleed yourself dry for me one question at a time—no passing. i’ll lick your wounds
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