Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt.
Tongue tied over three words. Go on, tell people I was happy. Now my scars are open.You're strong, I'm not. We can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start. This is too hard, for both of us. Cursed.
I can lend you my broken parts, and then I will give you all my heart, so we can start it all over again
