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..Look What I Wrote..
He is wrapped up so tight
In a desperate attempt
To keep the wind out
But it leaks in
Through all the cracks
And crevices that wake him up
At night
His dark eyes are a little faded
He is waiting on a better day
Just keeps telling himself
That it will all pay off
But there is a fragile
Shattered
Battered
Straining-to-be-a-better
Girl
Who can’t hug him tight enough
And he can’t get
A word of sense from her
When she cries
-and she often does-
So she struggles to sit tight
With Restless hands
That long to hold him
And its all beginning to get the best of her
Maybe she makes more sense
When piecing things together
With numb and calloused fingers
Gripping tight onto the blade
That could pomise her that ending
But he sure knows how to leave
Her completely breathless
She hopes that
He is starting to get the feeling
That she has been slowly
Undressing him
Letting the wind kiss
Everything she has been trying
So hard to cover
im talking to matthew. woah. this is not going to turn out well. but.. i do it anywase because.. its fun to pretend that maybe he could love me again.
in 2 years he shaped my heart. molded it to fit only with his...
one day he ripped it apart.. .
fuck.
what am i getting myself into?
im setting ymself up for another great fall.. bigger than last time? the greatest fall. of all time.
"please please dont make cry again.
boy.. i've loved you forever."
fuck fuck fuck. anna wont come close to falling in love again. anna wont admitt that she loved him. she might as well break her own heart.