look at me now.

Friday 23 September 2016

esthetically cliché.

Let your name loose, into the name of the ghost I chase.
Come with your embrace, spreading safety as you slowly crush me.
Step on me, break me, with not even the slightest of mercy let me learn.
Then leave.

And I still love you.
Because I've always known what I was getting into.

-riri-

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