I’m jealous of the moon
that kisses you too soon.
Like the feel of your lips
on the 26th of June.
I’m jealous of the stars
that know where you are.
Yet I’m too far.
And all that’s left
is your scar.
that kisses you too soon.
Like the feel of your lips
on the 26th of June.
I’m jealous of the stars
that know where you are.
Yet I’m too far.
And all that’s left
is your scar.
(the-wild-rxse) // Scar (via wordsnquotes)
I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.
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The marks on my skin still remember hearing your name.
