Leggo (1)
Look at my hands. My upturned palms. Your presence
is just a mild ice-nip on my life line. Though I wish to fence
you in my boundaries I have done no such thing.
You stay just because I recklessly fling
my heart at your feet. When you leave, the emptiness
on my palms will burn right through my flesh like acid, no less.
2 comments:
so true...
Is there absolutely no way to contact you? I'd really like to mail you sometime. If you read this could you please drop me a line at delusional.narcissist@gmail.com
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