said fifteen year old me.
This is for the broken curfews
teenage ignorance
all the fuck ups and sleep deprivation
The times I lied and told someone I've loved them
just because I didn't want them to go to bed upset
The girl I never said goodbye to
The boy I don't want to say hello to ever again
My bitter,
malleable heart.
My porcelain brittle of a soul
A spirit
Every ounce of life I lose when I sneeze
For not having big enough arms to give you home.
Distancing myself.
Detaching.
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