is this love?

tell me you hate me while you run your fingers through my thinning hair.

glide your soft hands across my cold cheeks while you belittle me.

throw my belongings across the room with a gentle grin on your face.


i’ll rinse my frail body off while you lie down in my warm bed.

these bruises will heal on there own but nobody can give me them quite the way that you do.


make my soft skin rough but don’t forget to tell me how much you adore me.


ill run my fingers through your hair though my bandages will get caught in it.


tell me im your favorite girl while you lay these violet blue green petals into my skin.


take my hand as you lead me out of this place, but please keep adoreing me once my body lies in this garden.

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