my greatest sin was
my desire to be loved
— to feel it deep within
my fragile bones
and my punishment is to
survive a life without that
love, where i become a
vessel for grief
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― You know what I am.
― Yes.
― You know what I have done.
― Yes.
― And you still want me?
― Darling, I stopped asking heaven for permission a long time ago.
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When he looks at me like he loves me my heart hurts.
He thinks I can't see it but I can and the only thing I can feel is the urge to run away from it.
I want to dig beneath my base instincts but I've already turned tail before I get the chance.
do you guys feel like anyone would love you if they knew every little part of you. i feel like nobody would even talk to me jf they knew like 75% of me