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we are a mess of emotions.

we are a mess of emotions.

we are all scars and open wounds filled with all the lives we live and all the deaths we meet we are comprised of a million types of silence only broken by the rapid beating of softly shattered hearts we sink like stones in their sea of sound we swing on a pendulum...

hidden things.

everyone has secrets hers are buried in fields where buttercups weep because the sun hasn’t graced their faces in far too long everyone has stories hers bloom along the lonely river, beside the winding road, on a path of stardust lined in daisies and dandelions...
Unforgiven

Unforgiven

you wove your words into my skin, planted them like roses to bloom, and i felt them blossom, bringing thorns with them you hid pain in prettiness as those thorns cut deep, slicing open my veins, filling me with your hostility and that carefully disguised rage  ...