trapped in my teardrops is every last emotion i have ever saved for everyone else and now, it seems they just won't fall for me.

i'm finally starting to fold in on myself, i'm pulling away from all of you.

my stare is meaningless and cold

just like my smile.

i will cradle this newfound hardness in me- it is so much more comforting than all of that former softness

so much more reassuring.

i gave away every last soft piece of myself to an undeserving boy- who accepted it eagerly and devoured it greedily.

 

and he wonders why all of his former lovers are broken and have such horror stories.

if i had only known.

     (i would have sped up this slow suicide)

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