I've known you for years, I don't know how long I've felt you tearing my lungs out of my body, leaving me breathless, rotting my guts and killing me wickedly. I've talked to you with my friends, they say you can't hurt me but you always find a way to make me feel like if I was drowning and there's no one who could hold my hand, just him, but he won't, because it would slipped out of his, and he would leave me to die, and I think I'd love to die, because I'm not living since you're here inside of me, my tears are dried, so my lips are, and my heart is hardly beating. But I don't want you to go yet, because, someday I will stab you out of my body, and that day, I'll be able to take my last breath.
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thoughts by Avril
Poetry🌸 A safe place to refuge all the thoughts that once bloomed on my mind, some of them withered, others just bloom with the seasons and just a few still growing inside of me. Eng/Spa 🌸
