I have a book full of you
It’s dark in here Feeling my way through my feelings Like an ancient overgrown jungle labyrinth Sight stolen, hands outstretched Escape seems impossible And it only grows darker
I know you love my tits, but can you love the heart beneath?
No matter how hard I try Or the amount of willpower I manage to summon You will always be my weakness
It’s just nice to know once in a while you’re weak for me, too
No matter how hard I try Or the amount of willpower I manage to summon You will always be my weakness
It’s just nice to know once in a while you’re weak for me, too
Outgrowing pain, shedding it
Slithering from the dried brittle remnants
I have been imprisoned for far too long
Pieces still missing, still growing
But grow they will
I may never again be whole
But I am no longer broken
how can i feel so empty and yet so full all at once
I'd like to have compassion for him but I can't I've already given him too much of my heart.