codependent
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You hurt me again
It’s written on your skin
Circling around your wrist
As well as your arms and hips
The scars on your skin
Would you stop if I paint my name over them?
I prefer permanent pen
Your mind is an ocean, wide and wavering.
Your voice is a drug that I find myself savoring.
You are made up of something more than cells and body parts.
He's beautiful isn't he? From his brows to his perfect bow lips. I can't stop staring. His name says the very thing no one can live without. For he is something I can not live without. He is the air that fills my lungs.
