paper-cuts on glass hearts.

we fell like glass heart timers. tick-tock. tick-tock. tick-tock.

vanishing every second in a fog of affection. a mirage of love, a sea of purity. we fell without learning to climb and maybe we felt it was enough.

and maybe it was. 

we fell like paper cranes into rivers of desperation. drown me. drown me. drown me right this instant, i beg you. 

but still still learnt to fly now, didn’t we? out, out and away on little fluttering heart wings.


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