like a thread pulled through a needle I followed you down that old lane the whole while my stomach doing flip flops a thousand butterflies in my chest heart in my mouth words pressed against my teeth. You are scattered and lost your world is on fire and as it burns you want to run to a place you cannot go you don't have the strength to fight anymore when you whispered those words (the very same ones that press against my teeth, still) I know you mean them and I shouldn't want you to , but I do. You're not really whispering them to me but to the girl I used to be that wild thing in your memory that no longer exists. You forget the mess I left behind me the one you raged through hurt broken shattered I can't do this again I can't be what you want me to be because what you want me to be is the last thing you (or I) really need.Birth sign: Scorpio
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