we have a complicated little
thing. it is a small flame burning
the world, and it burns the same
way her heart feels when it is
alone. we are meant to be hard and
when i look into her eyes; she
makes me feel as if i know nothing
at all.
love is a violent flower; blooming
in the middle of my bones, and
loving her was something else, it
was some kind of heavy rain that
was meant to flood my empty soul.
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