Healing
- Poet
- Jan 29
- 1 min read
Never amylased I love you’s
Just kisses laced with I hate you’s
My friends watching the paint of my healing dry
Getting high off the fumes because it’s the only part of you I have left
Giving yourself tachycardia every time you think of me
Morphed me into your nemesis
Because I’ll always just be the girl who killed off your bloodline



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