i dont what it is,
but i ruin it all.
i see the love and beauty in all of you,
but want more than nothing to do with it.
i let you fall,
i tell you i feel it.
and then i run.
i run as fast as i can because
i cant stand to watch you hurt.
i search for the love,
and then i fucking run with it.
i hold a piece of all of your hearts.
but i gladly gave him all of mine
that night.
it feels like fucking sour lemonade in this wound.
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