broken && bruised.
my poetry blog
just your average depressed teen
"They say that in 8 years every single cell that’s in your body right now will be replaced.
That in 8 years not one single atom of mine will remember your touch.
But darling you reached inside my chest and ripped my fucking heart out.
You’ve left your mark.
Not even 8 years can change that."
"I’m not jealous, I just don’t want to be replaced. So of course I’m fucking jealous."
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