Maybe I just like the attention
manic pixie girl/ 8
I live like
i am running out of air and you are getting by with gills. we swim through fake conversation and temporary highs just to spend some time with each other. last night i could've sworn i saw you sprout wings and let them grow. you are trying to find ways to fly away from me. i touched them with the skin on my back and i wished they were mine to keep. sometimes i want to find a way to eat the clouds and lay on orange skies and just be so warm. i touch my stomach and it's hollow. i empty out my emotions before bed.
I don't even have anyone to call my own.
and no one has the right to call me theirs.
Loneliness has never felt so lonely.
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