• the_cellphone_novelist 6w

    You tell me you are sick
    Darling, please just swap with me
    I be sick and you be broken
    Maybe then you'll see
    What your words have done to me.

    This could have been the fire
    That ignited us all.
    But you threw salt into the wound
    Scattered the ashes around the tomb.
    A graveyard for angels
    That fell from heaven
    To keep the flame alive
    So we all wander into the same night.