TRIGGER WARNING: ALLUSIONS TO BLOOD, MURDER The Monster You Think I Am in the empty space between our turned backs i buried my hope the promises we made sworn underwater silver ropes tight around my wrists as i knelt at your altar our future didn’t scream when i pulled my pillow over its face like you didn’t flinch when the tide separated us i think that was the worst part when you stopped loving me you didn’t put up a fight you washed me down the drain with the crimson ebb of your blood what we could have been and what we became are two very different things Lesson Learned Without you I’ve learned
Amanda. 29. Georgia. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, but I’m still new to the publishing world. When I’m not writing, I’m listening to music, playing video games or zoning out to my favorite comfort movies and TV shows. Twitter is where I say ridiculous things: @cardinalrx
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