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She's throwing teacups again
Full to the brim of hurt
And although it's not intended for me
It's only normal that a shard of porcelain will hit me
And draw blood
I want to tell her that there is no reason for this
That she's beautiful
But she'll hate me for that
So I'll just wait for her to pick up the pieces
And throw them again
Praying I don't get hit
Full to the brim of hurt
And although it's not intended for me
It's only normal that a shard of porcelain will hit me
And draw blood
I want to tell her that there is no reason for this
That she's beautiful
But she'll hate me for that
So I'll just wait for her to pick up the pieces
And throw them again
Praying I don't get hit
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gashsdgsgda i don't even know I'm in a poem-y mood.
There is a row of teacups in front of me and I am pouring myself into them, along with too much sugar and not enough milk.
I am sipping sweet-flavoured lies from them and tracing cracked porcelain with my fingertips, burning my throat and my hands.
One by one, I am picking them up and throwing them across the room, smiling as they shatter against the opposite wall.
And I am shattering too, falling into a chaotic and jumbled-up mess of words and teabags and broken-glass-bones on the floor.
But don't worry, because in a moment I will be on my feet again, cracking my spine and my neck back into
gashsdgsgda i don't even know I'm in a poem-y mood.
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Very beutiful...love the rhymes♥