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i broke my heart so you
wouldn't be burdened
with the harrowing turmoil
that the others endured.
my outstretched finger
tips offering you the shards.
would you love me now?
— 9:33 am | 03/18/18
YOU ARE READING
𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 ⁀ ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
Poetrywe're all passengers on a plane with no destination , no pilot , and a flight of borrowed oxygen. ────────── collection of shorter poems that speak to my heart on occasion <3
