sticks and stones may break your bones but words will break your heart

hush , dont cry my love

you refuse to show it 

but the fire glows inside you

and the embers ezcape from your mouth from time to time

my dear its okay...

i feel helpless in waiting

i want to hold your hand and 

i want my trembling fingers wrapped around your arm

i want you to take the razor to my knuckles

till their bloody and bruised

just like youd do to yourself i wasnt protecting 

the soft flesh around your forearm.

my dear, please dont hurt anymore

please let me be your bandage

please let me protect you from the world

let me be your new reality

love, you dont have to cry alone anymore

i am your pillow you hold everynight

the only thing youve told your secrets to



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