i cant hurt you on purpose
my heart was once stolen.
a man came along, snatched it from my ribs and ran with it.
its empty place rotting inside me, decomposing by the second. i cleaned it out to make room for a new one but no new one ever came.
but one day you arrived and decided to loan me yours. i didnt understand why but i was more then grateful.
i may have dropped it a few times, scuffed it and bruised it but anytime i did i would kiss it better and repair it as best i could, with plasters and glitter glue because i could see it was ripped from you once too.
i dont know who did, but it doesnt matter because now i hold the privilage of sharing it with you and i refuse to steal it or damage it beyond repair.
im a clumsy girl, its inevitable that itll be hurt a few times, but im creative and determined and will fix it back up with kisses and plasters and glitter glue as many times as i need to before one day i learn how to be more careful.
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ꕥ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰 ℑ 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔶 ꕥ
Poetrythis is just gonna be a book of poems I use to trauma dump lmao I probably won't update much but yh
