Please hear this. Bear with me. When you've read it and heard what my hollow chest has been imploring you to hear will you realize how hard it was for me to write this? Will you come and glue all the broken things where my heart should have been? Will I have my happy ever after with you? Will you believe me for the things I say? Please, for the nth time I've uttered this, hear me. Hear me out. Please hear this.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Those that Secretly Taste Us
Be afraid when butterflies rest by you, they are secretly tasting you by their foot. And then, when they're satisfied, they'll fly away from you again, leaving you alone.
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