the bones at the back of your hand
are only playing one note
Monday, 21 May 2012
I meant to hurt you
I can see myself saying those things to you - venomous, cutting you open, and I can see exactly how much you hurt (I even revel in this a little bit) - and then I don't know who I am anymore.
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