Donna Missal // Hurt By You
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i felt younger when we met // waterparks
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mama // my chemical romance
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idont have any talent. i like to look at grass and i dont have other hobbies. when people ask me how im doing i ignore the question
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thank you for the venom // party poison // bulletproof heart
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“rot”
it’s a sweet tooth rotting in your gums.
the doctors pull it out for you while you’re all drugged up,
they say the bad part is gone now, the rot is in a bin somewhere.
but they don’t warn about the empty.
the empty space where the tooth was; the sensitive gape in my gum.
my tongue runs over it five times a day, always expecting something hard,
but only ever getting the soft.
i still look for you in crowds, always expecting your face,
but only ever finding strangers.
the rot is gone now, existing only in our memories and the walls of some bathroom, the cement of an alleyway.
but the empty lingers like a bad smell; like vomit and lemon-scented toilet cleaner.
but there’s nothing soft in this empty.
it’s a hole eating away at my chest, bloody and spilling over,
but i’m the only one who sees it.
i look down five times a day, expecting to see blood soaking through my clothes.
but i only ever find this soft body, healing and trying it’s best,
hands shaking –
but not waiting for you anymore.
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If your gf/bf/bff needs reassurance on how you feel, just give it to them. We’re humans and go through shit. It’s nice to feel wanted.
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