I know that by now, my skin should know the sting of leaving.
How sudden the weight of my lungs can drop me to the ground,
how quickly a scar tears anew.
But anything I have survived fades away in this.
What he gave me is gone with him.
I thought that I was old enough now,
to know the markings of a history already written.
To recognise that a poor
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a drink to drown this sadness if at least for a moment.
i owe you some snuggles, starlight xo
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let me know some times. i need something to lose this in. love you. xx
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