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for a heart that's been damaged beyond belief, mine sure doesn't have much to show for it. no scars, no bruising, not even faint fingerprints where i thought (i know) he was holding on. i remember the way my hand felt in his on that last night. burning burning. skin remembers these things.
if i really love him, i will be happy for him. i tell myself this every time i have to walk away. i chose this, i did this to myself. but hey, someone drew stargirl on my ankle while i was asleep. i'm alive. it hurts, but i'm still alive.
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