I’m not sure
if we are meant to be
but I cannot help
but fall in love
with the way you have buried my razor blades
and planted roses
bloomed from my wrists.
Perhaps you are just a filler
for an empty heart
drunk with the promise of forever
I cannot stop drinking
I cannot stop thinking.
You have broken me so many times
and promised to be my bandaid
some wounds need stitches. Michelle K., I Hate What I Did Last Night. (via michellekpoems)