There are times....

[ysobelle]

There are times I wish I could open my wrists and bleed out this story--
bypass words altogether and cut, cut to the chase
Paint myself into your eyes and into your mouth
Across your tongue, into your ears
So you can't run away
You can't turn away
You can't push away

You don't want to see.
I don't want to care.

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[elisabella.livejournal.com]

I am here listening:)