high schooler filled with self hatred with the need for someone to give me a break.
As they cut the arteries in my chest they broke my heart for the first time, They cut and stitched and frankensteined my heart together,
By Scratch6 years ago in Poets
0 is the feeling of being in your arms, floating with the clouds. Your heart softly thumping against my ear as I hug you 1 is when I’m not able to see you everyday, I know it sounds dumb but when I can only text you, I feel a little lost.
