i utter in sad blossoms
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
the first crack, pt 1
to you
promises are just frantic, desperate nothings;
whisperings meant to be forgotten,
self-destructive words meant to be broken.
you're a gaping hole of despair in the center of my being.
nothing ever hurt like you.
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