I'm a broken porcelain doll with scarred thighs and a heart that beats too fast.
He's sunshine after rain, the light, the laugh, my god the laugh, the squint his eyes do when he's happy, he's hope, a saving grace, he's nothing I am.
I did try anyway.
I'm not sure I like you that way.
No one loves monsters with scarred thighs and bruised knees,
I don't know why I keep trying.
And the boy who'd never break your heart, will. It only is your fault, not his.
YOU ARE READING
Bits and Pieces
Poetry{GREAT THANK YOU'S TO MY BABY: FARAH (the_author15) FOR MAKING ME THIS DOPE COVER}. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in...
