This is hell and the high watermark is just above my chest.
Tell Me I didn't waste those 11:11 wishes on you
Starry eyes and whispered goodbyes. Just a breath on waiting lips and pressed hips.
Ran out the door. left my life at home. I've got directions, but nowhere to go. where the 'X' should be is the empty space where my heart once resided.
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