don’t touch me.
(all the ones before you have left scars).
i don’t need you.
(nobody ever stays).
i can do this on my own.
(please help me).
who cares?
(i do).
love isn’t real.
(i want you to show me that it can be).
why are you being nice?
(i have learned to lick love off knives).
don’t want me.
(i might want you back).
i hate you.
(because you’re nice).
break me.
(i have made a home out of destruction).
kiss me like you hate me.
(so i know you care).
say you don’t know my name.
(it’s better if we both forget).
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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