His voice as sharp as daggers,
he viciously plunges them into me
one cut for
every word
until there is hardly room for new ones,
stinging pain runs through me
as I will my cries to haunt him
forever.
I was too naive to have known better
and now there was no way to erase my
ignorance.
We had everything and
nothing
and all we did was turn the blade in the moonlight
wondering which side would reflect us the most,
what edge would define us.
It is now that I see that we were somewhere
i n b e t w e e n
love and madness,
intimacy and suffering.
What now?
Sticky Situation 
The expressions are just so beautiful.
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Thank you, that’s so sweet of you to write!
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You’ve described “sweet torture” perfectly.
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“sweet torture” – I like it haha! Thank you mags.
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You’re welcome.
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Damn girl…. your writing is so powerful, so non-pretentious and yet still so damn beautiful x
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That’s so sweet of you, Mia! Thank you for reading, I’m glad you enjoyed it. xx
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“and all we did was turn the blade in the moonlight
wondering which side would reflect us the most,”
This. Oh god, so meaningful yet so simply expressed. There’s just so much elegance and beauty in the way you write!
Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Your comments always make me smile. Gosh, that means so much to me! Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
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